"Shit, shit shit!" He began to grow quicker now, bending as he made it to the roof. He kneeled down, and began to make his way to his living room, were his phone laid on the couch. He fumbled a little as he loomed over his now smaller couch, carefully picking up his phone. He had a hard time focusing, feeling his clothes rip. He tried his be to dial 911. It seemed he had stopped growing after a few minutes of trying to type in the phone number. He finally put it in and he carefully put his phone on speaker.
"911 what'd your emergency?"
"U-uh-" he fumbled as he tried to grasp reality, still feeling the hangover."I-i...I grew.." he mumbled.
It was silent for a second. "Sir? Did you say you grew?" The operator asked
"Fuck... i-i think? Everything so small... I can't even stand up in my living room any more.."
"Sir, I'm going to need you to take a breath and talk to me...what is your address?"
"T-two forty three wilmingway...." he muttered, gazing around his room, still in his crawling position.
"Alright, help is on the way. Just sit tight and don't hang up the phone, alright?"
He nodded, still in a daze.
What does he do while the police are on there way?
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