Galactic Hypnotism: Gibi's Fateful Voyage

The first day that I saw him, I was folding his clothes. His favorite blue shirt with the thin yellow line on it. When he walked in, you could hear a pin drop. The room was silent as usual, but his presence filled up every corner. He was at least two heads taller than me and almost twice my weight. It was hard to miss him when he showed up anywhere in the house.

He wanted to see how the new maid was doing, so he came down to check on me. His voice boomed in my ears, "Hello!" I looked up and saw him towering over me, a smile on his face.

"Hello sir," I said nervously.

"I'm not your sir," he said with a smile, "call me Dr. Robert."

"Okay," I couldn't help but look at his muscles. His arms were like tree trunks and his chest stretched out his shirt until it looked like it would rip open any second now. "Dr. Robert."

"You did an excellent job today, thanks for your work." He crouched down beside me and folded up some of his clothes into a neat pile before standing back up again, "I'll be checking up on you a lot more often now that we have a new helper around here." He smiled again and walked away from us all, leaving us in silence again until he had left the room.

It was only after he left the room that someone spoke up, "Jesus Christ! Did you see the size of him? That is one seriously big guy!" Most of them laughed and agreed with their own stories about encounters with Dr. Robert and other members of his team that lived in the house with us servants. We all got along quite well together despite our different backgrounds and cultures since we all worked for the same family at different jobs around the house and estate.

The next day though, I did not fold any clothes or tidy anything else for Dr. Robert or anyone else who lived there for that matter; I had something much worse to deal with instead...