Dawn zaps them both like the Annie Oakley of shrink. One actually falls onto the still burning roach and bursts into flames. Only a nearby puddle into which he eagerly dives saves him from burning alive. Dawn remembers both of them picking on her in the past so she only laugh at their plight. Just as the burned drugee is raising his head out of the brackish water the dork lowers her foot down on him. Her flat rubber sole is the last thing the stoner sees before being squished into the hard unyielding asphalt. After the scream, the puddle's water turns red around her penny loafer. Anger contained in thick black rimmed glasses, shifts to the second stoner. A fat little sophomore he cries in the face of the towering girl and his own inevitable demise. "Mommy!!" is his last word before Dawn's shoe silences him. She grinds the remains into the black tar with relish, "that's how you always treated me, an insignificant, bug.." The young inventor plays with the dials on the shrink ray adjusting the spray to maximum. "..now you're all going to find out how it feels." As with the janitor, no aiming is required. Dawn just points the gun at the broadside of the building and pulls the trigger, every milisecond laced with anticipation.
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