You try to calm down, so you close your eyes, focus on your breathing, and tell your self "I have to relax, and think this threw. No one has ever survived a crazy situation by panicking." You remember that strange device, and realize that it may be your only hope. It shrank you maybe it can unshrink you.
Your now calm, and you have a game plan, so you open your eyes, and look around the room for that damned Lazar pointer looking thing, and you see it. It's laying next too the TV remote only a couple hundred yards away from you. "I better get too it fast before something fucked up happens" so you start too run too it, but, you then deside to stop and terror washes over you. "It's Fluffy!?" you shout as you watch your missing tarantula climb on to the remote.
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