So, you want to try your experimental growth ray on me. It’s supposed to make me one hundred feet tall, is that right? Consider what that would mean:
No clothes will fit me ever again.
I will have zero privacy. Everything I say or do will be on the Internet. I won’t have to read any of the hateful commentary because I won’t be able to use the Internet anyway.
Everywhere I go I will create a giant open-air latrine. No one has any idea what I might use for toilet paper.
I won’t be able to ever visit any of my favorite restaurants, shops, museums, libraries, or theaters.
My visiting even the smallest town or village will result in the destruction of infrastructure, if not the death of livestock or even residents.
If I want any protection from the elements, I will have to live underground.
Every military in the world will be constantly planning my destruction.
I will never have a comfortable place to sleep.
If I retreat to the wilderness, I will imperil entire ecosystems.
Anyone I care about will be at risk of being taken hostage by people who want to control me.
Because everyone will either be terrified of me or want something from me, I will never have an honest conversation again.
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Okay, but I get to eat whoever I want.