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Explores five different shrunken societies and the lives of those within
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Chapter #3

Clem, Master of the Stick

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"Clem... Clem!!" You start forward almost bashing your brains out over the steering column. Dazed by sleep the first thing you remember is your doughnut. You're munching it when the foreman hurls the tiny compartment door open and thrusts his stubbled face inside. With helmet, goggles, and radio antennae fused into a single unit he looked a little bit like an insect above the chin. "Clem," the human section of his face shouts, "you've got just one job in this lot and that is to pull that gracked lever when we load up the crate." The taught man glances down to your protruding belly, the crest of which swells around the afore mentioned stick. "What's a matter, gut's in the way?..." You look down at the crumb strewn surface considering. "PULL THE STICK, BOY!!"

The foreman's yell slaps the doughnut out of your hand and you immediately yank on the lever. Theres nothing else after that, only to watch the machine do its precise automated dance. Outside a robotic crane hoists the hexagonal crate and fits it amongst others on the caravan like one more 10,000 pound piece in an endless puzzle. Nine trucks in total fume while they wait in front of this one and all but the current have their honey comb loads hidden by rain proof tarps. You note the driving teams assembling by the massive tires meaning the day was drawing to a close, and more importantly meaning dinner, soon enough.

"Good job, chunk." The foreman slaps you on the back, and you cough bits of pastry. "Just like a pro," he laughs as he closes the door on you. Once again you're left waiting in the cramped glass container positioned to see the next crate being slowly loaded below. As you watch your leaner coworkers go about their mindless tasks your eyes start to feel heavy. 'I won't fall asleep this time,' you tell yourself as you lean your head back against your vinyl seat's exposed foam.
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