"Interesting," says Jack. After the green beam hit his massive chest, he had shrunk to only about your height -- a change of about two feet. He looked about your age, as he was clean-shaven and hairless, until you got to his neck. After that point, he was completely ripped. His boxers, now twelve sizes too big for him, fluttered to the ground, where they settled (he ignored them) in a -- excuse me, I almost said "little" -- pile on the carpet.
"You say it arrived in ze mails?"
"Yes -- I don't remember who from, though."
"Well, what's done is done. What are you going to do now?"
"I know exactly what," you say with confidence, and push the button.
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