Washu watched what was happening as though it wasn’t occurring to her, it was kind of like watching a movie. Washu didn’t even have time to throw out an insult, before a loud bang filled her ears and then everything changed. Her lab was gone and replaced by what would appear to be a huge curtain. Washu knew this wasn’t a curtain, but she didn’t want to except it. Then she saw something big hanging above her that read: Size small. It was the size label for her shirt; her own clothes were surrounding her.
“MIHOSHI!!!” She screamed with the fury that would make mountain shake and grown men wet themselves.
“Did you hear something,” Sasami asked as she walked into the lab further and saw only Mihoshi standing next to a pile of clothes. Mihoshi was hyperventilating and had big tears building in her doe eyes. Then she gave an ear-shattering wail and started to talk amid the screaming.
“I melted Washu!” She cried. Sasami confused by what she was hearing looked beside Mihoshi and saw the pile of clothes start to quiver. Curious, she bent over the clothes to take a better look. Gasping, Sasami watched a tiny Washu crawl out of the top of her shirt, naked and start waving her hands around.
“Stop Mihoshi,” Sasami said, but got no reaction from Mihoshi. The blonde-haired woman just continued to wail and shake her head around. She spouted random sentences like, “I can’t go to prison for murder. It was an accident. I thought the gun made taffy,” and so on and so forth. Getting tired of having her eardrums assaulted by Mihoshi’s blow horn like screams, Sasami grabbed the woman’s head and shoved her face in front of the shrunken Washu.
“See Alive, now please stop screaming,” Sasami gasped as her ears still ringed from the yelling. Mihoshi looked down at the mouse-sized scientist, the mouse-sized scientist looked up at Mihoshi. Then a big bright smile grew on Mihoshi’s face. Washu retched at the sight of Mihoshi’s house sized face, not that the sight was gross, but that it was really freaky seeing Mihoshi this big.
“I’m not a murder! Hooray,” Mihoshi cheered as she picked up Washu in her hand roughly. She crushed the tiny female between her bosom and held her close. Washu began to turn blue from being pressed between the two giant fun bags too long. She was about to pass out when Mihoshi lifted her up into the air and twirled around with Washu. From being spun around, Washu was about a minute away from vomiting.
“Mihoshi stop your going to…” Sasami never got to tell Mihoshi to watch out for the chair because by then she had already tripped into it. Mihoshi began to fall to the floor with her unwilling passenger falling with her.
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