#I felt bad for throwing like 20 small snippets without having a whole story written for a month

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“Scott, think fast!”

The man in question has long since learned his mistake for not immediately heeding such a warning. So instead of turning to demand Eggs stops whatever the mechanic is planning, Scott quickly ducks, watching as a snowball sails over his head.

How did he not see this coming? “Eggs-“

The mechanic bursts out laughing as the second snowball hits Scott square in the face after standing up with the incorrect assumption there would only be one. Again, he should’ve seen this coming.

“That was perfect!”

“Not the word I would use,” Scott grumbles as he wipes the snow off his face. “You had to aim for my head?”

“Technically I was just aiming for you,” Eggs grins as he toss a snowball into the air. “And now I’m aiming for Jeremy!”

The kid didn’t stand a chance as the snowball is caught before getting thrown. Jeremy turned right on cue to his name being said, ending with a snowball directly to the side of his head.

It only gets worse as he trips over the part of the snow that didn’t get flattened by a giant’s shoe, Jeremy falling into a pile of snow with a squeak.

“I-I-It’s c-c-c-c-cold!”

Eggs cackles as Scott carefully jogs over to help the poor kid out of the snow, his teeth already chattering despite wearing several layers.

None of them noticed the tremors of their living snowplow’s footsteps had stopped. Not until a shadow slowly appears above Eggs’ head, the laughing mechanic realizing the danger he’s in a bit too late.

Mike only smirks as minuscule blue eyes widen at the sight of a hand holding a pile of snow big enough to bury him directly above his head. “Any last words.”

Eggs taps his chin in thought. “Tell Harrison he’s a dick.”

With that, the giant drops the snow, effectively burying Eggs as his shriek gets cut off.