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Its filthing he spluttered, speaking with his mouth full and spraying large pieces of snozzcumber like bullets in Sophies direction. Sophie hopped around on the tabletop, ducking out of the way. Its disgusterous the BFG gurgled. Its sickable Its rotsome Its maggotwise Try it yourself, this foulsome snozzcumber No, thank you, Sophie said, backing away. Its all youre going to be guzzling around here from now on so you might as well get used to it, said the BFG. Go on, you snipsy little winkle, have a go Sophie took a small nibble. Uggggggggh she spluttered. Oh no Oh gosh Oh help She spat it out quickly. It tastes of frogskins she gasped. And rotten fish Worse than that cried the BFG, roaring with laughter. To me it is tasting of clockcoaches and slimewanglers Do we really have to eat it Sophie said. You do unless you is wanting to become so thin you will be disappearing into a thick ear. Into thin air, Sophie said. A thick ear is something quite different. Its right, Sophie said.

And the bubbles is going also into your tummy. Right or left Right again, Sophie said. And the bubbles is fizzing upwards Of course, Sophie said. Which means, said the BFG, that they will all come swishwiffling up your throat and out of your mouth and make a foulsome belchy burp That is often true, Sophie said. But whats wrong with a little burp now and again Its sort of fun. Burping is filthsome, the BFG said. Us giants is never doing it. But with your drink, Sophie said, what was it you called it Frobscottle, said the BFG. With frobscottle, Sophie said, the bubbles in your tummy will be going downwards and that could have a far nastier result. Why nasty asked the BFG, frowning. Because, Sophie said, blushing a little, if they go down instead of up, theyll be coming out somewhere else with an even louder and ruder noise. A whizzpopper cried the BFG, beaming at her. Us giants is making whizzpoppers all the time Whizzpopping is a sign of happiness. It is music in our ears You surely is not telling me that a little whizzpopping is forbidden among human beans It is considered extremely rude, Sophie said. But you is whizzpopping, is you not, now and again asked the BFG. As soon as he was outside, the BFG set off across the great hot yellow wasteland where the blue rocks lay and the dead trees stood and where all the other giants were skulking about. Sophie, squatting low on her heels in the pocket of the leather waistcoat, had one eye glued to the little hole. She saw the group of enormous giants about three hundred yards ahead.

Hold your breaths the BFG whispered down to her. Cross your figglers Here we go We is going right past all these other giants Is you seeing that whopping great one, the one nearest to us I see him, Sophie whispered back, quivering. That is the horriblest of them all. And the biggest of them all. He is called the Fleshlumpeating Giant. I dont want to hear about him, Sophie said. He is fiftyfour feet high, the BFG said softly as he jogged along. And he is swolloping human beans like they is sugarlumps, two or three at a time. Youre making me nervous, Sophie said. I is nervous myself, the BFG whispered. I always gets as jumpsy as a joghopper when the Fleshlumpeating Giant is around. Keep away from him, Sophie pleaded. Not possible, the BFG answered. He is galloping easily two times as quicksy as me. Shall we turn back Sophie said. Turning back is worse, the BFG said. If they is seeing me running away, they is all giving chase and throwing rocks. They would never eat you though, would they Sophie asked. Giants is never guzzling other giants, the BFG said.

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They is fighting and squarreling a lot with each other, but never guzzling. Human beans is more tasty to them. The giants had already spotted the BFG and all heads were turned, watching him as he jogged forward. He was aiming to pass well to the right of the group. Through her little peephole, Sophie saw the Fleshlumpeating Giant moving over to intercept them. He didnt hurry. He just loped over casually to a point where the BFG would have to pass. The others loped after him. Sophie counted nine of them altogether and she recognized the Bloodbottler in the middle of them. They were bored. They had nothing to do until nightfall. There was an air of menace about them as they loped slowly across the plain with long lolloping strides, heading for the BFG. Here comes the runty one boomed the Fleshlumpeater. Hoho there, runty one Where is you splatchwinkling away to in such a hefty hurry He shot out an enormous arm and grabbed the BFG by the hair.

The BFG didnt struggle. He simply stopped and stood quite still and said, Be so kind as to be letting go of my hair, Fleshlumpeater. The Fleshlumpeater released him and stepped back a pace. The other giants stood around, waiting for the fun to start. Now then, you little grobsquiffler boomed the Fleshlumpeater. We is all of us wanting to know where you is galloping off to every day in the daytime. Nobody ought to be galloping off to anywhere until it is getting dark. The human beans could easily be spotting you and starting a giant hunt and we is not wanting that to happen, is we not We is not shouted the other giants. Go back to your cave, runty one I is not galloping to any human bean country, the BFG said. I is going to other places. I is thinking, said the Fleshlumpeater, that you is catching human beans and keeping them as pets Right you is cried the Bloodbottler. Just now I is hearing him chittering away to one of them in his cave You is welcome to go and search my cave from frack to bunt, the BFG answered. You can go looking into every crook and nanny. There is no human beans or stringy beans or runner beans or jelly beans or any other beans in here. Sophie crouched still as a mouse inside the BFGs pocket. She hardly dared breathe.

She was terrified she might sneeze. The slightest sound or movement would give her away. Through the tiny peephole she watched the giants clustering around the poor BFG. How revolting they were All of them had piggy little eyes and enormous mouths with thick sausage lips. When the Fleshlumpeater was speaking, she got a glimpse of his tongue. It was jet black, like a slab of black steak. Every one of them was more than twice as tall as the BFG. Suddenly, the Fleshlumpeater shot out two enormous hands and grabbed the BFG around the waist. He tossed him high in the air and shouted, Catch him, Manhugger The Manhugger caught him. The other giants spread out quickly in a large circle, each giant about twenty yards from his neighbour, preparing for the game they were going to play. Now the Manhugger threw the BFG high and far, shouting Catch him, Bonecruncher The Bonecruncher ran forward and caught the tumbling BFG and immediately swung him up again. Catch him, chewer he shouted. And so it went on. The giants were playing ball with the BFG, vying with each other to see who could throw him the highest. Sophie dug her nails into the sides of the pocket, trying to prevent herself from tumbling out when she was upside down.

She felt as though she were in a barrel going over the Niagara Falls. And all the time there was the fearful danger that one of the giants would fail to catch the BFG and he would go crashing to the ground. Catch him, Meatdripper??? Catch him, Gizzardgulper??? Catch him, Maidmasher??? Catch him, Bloodbottler??? Catch him??? Catch him??? Catch him??? In the end, they got bored with this game. They dumped the poor BFG on the ground. He was dazed and shattered. They gave him a few kicks and shouted, Run, you little runt Let us be seeing how fast you is galloping The BFG ran. What else could he do The giants picked up rocks and hurled them after him. He managed to dodge them. Ruddy little runt they shouted. Troggy little twit Shrivelly little shrimp Mucky little midget Squaggy little squib Grobby little grub