You decide that Marsha would be your best choice at the moment. There has been a little trouble between the two of you lately, but you are sure that she would help you. Maybe you could even use that situation to your advantage. How could she be angry with you after you have turned into something so small, so protect- worthy - so innocent.
You set out onto the dance floor. It doesn't take you long to develop doubts about your choice. There are stomping feet everywhere and if you want to identify the dancers, you have to look up, nearly bending your neck to the breaking point. The music is deafening and you can only catch small pieces of the conversations going on. Still, you have made your choice, and returning to the bar won't do you any good either as no one will be looking for you there (especially not with a magnifying glass).
STOMP! There, another near miss. You are breathing heavily again, and nothing but gigantic legs all around you. You wouldn't even be able to return to the bar now, as you have lost your bearings completely. The constant noise has also made you dizzy. All you can do now is keep on walking and dodging and hoping for the best.
THUD! All of a sudden, a gigantic rock crashes down in front of you. It is flaming red and glitters. Its surface is smooth and its right side is cut open. You shudder slightly when you realize that this monstrosity is merely a hand bag one of the girls must have dropped. Its opening is quite close to you, and you might make it. So what do you do?
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