It was another long day on the set of Zoey 101. Jamie Lynn had just about had her fill of the director's shouting on and on about how horrible every single shoot seemed to be.
Night was approaching and Jamie Lynn gave a sigh of relief when the clock struck seven o'clock, time to go home. Walking out of the set, Jamie waved goodbye to a few of her fellow coworkers before she stepped out of the studio door...and right onto something. Whatever it was, it tripped her, and she fell to the ground in a lightly cursing heap. She turned herself over onto her back, having fallen flat on her chest, and rubbed her hands against the sides of her jeans, wincing as the small nicks and cuts on her hands slid across the coarse material.
Standing up, she peered over at the object on the ground. It looked almost like a child's squirt gun, only not quit so fake looking and a little more metallic than plastic. She walked over to it and bent down to pick it up, giving a surprised grunt when she felt how surprisingly heavy it was. Turning the device over in her hands, she noticed a dial on the side of the tiny apparatus, denoted "Normal, Small, Tiny, and Microscopic".
Whatever the thing was, she wasn't about to share it with anyone, wanting to figure out how it worked before some uppidy studio secretary snatched it away from her. Stuffing the device in her purse for safe-keeping, Jamie decided to...
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