Hours passed, and your predicament only became more infuriating with every passing minute. In frustration you run to the fleshy wall of your prison, banging against the inside of Ron's testicle in a futile attempt to get some sort of reaction, an acknowledgment that your diminutive form existed.
Of all the stupid situations to get involved in, getting trapped in your neighbor's ballsack had to be way up there. All so a couple of brats could watch TV.
You continue to punch and clobber the inside of Ron's scrotum for all your life is worth. Considering your current size though, it's going to take a miracle for it to matter. If you were just a little bit bigger you might have been able to jostle the entire nut. As it was you weren't even sure the vibrations of your hits were traveling any farther than the inner wall.
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