Your mother enters the room. Her footsteps are like thunder, the ground shakes when she walks. That is not to say that your mother is fat. In fact, your mom is beautiful...not that you would tell her that in public. Anyway, she walks into the room.
"John?" her booming voice calls.
At 1/8 of an inch tall, you doubt that she'll see you even if you were covered in christmas tree lights.
Your mother scans the room, and her eyes rest on the shrinking machine. Your mother knew all about the shrinking machine that Aaron made..in fact, you're sure that your mom and Aaron had several chats about the shrinking machine in private.
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