Kyle decides not to involve his neighbors, or anyone else that he might remotely know for many reasons. If something should go wrong, like the tiny person has a heart attack, or is eaten by a spider, or something else, he might be held legally responsible, and go to jail. In addition, he didn’t want try it on himself first, there might be some really bad side effects, or something from this drug. Then a wicked thought then crossed his desperate mind. “What if I found a total stranger, or strangers that me nor my wife had no connection with? In addition, where could I find such a stranger,” I thought to myself. “In addition, how do I keep the tiny person quiet after the eight-hour period is up? Is there a way to permanently keep the test subject tiny, or temporarily eras their memory, or do I just have to dispose of them before this happens,” he thinks to himself.
As he sits on his black leather couch, deciding what to do, he remembers reading a warning on the instruction sheet that was enclosed with the pills, which reads, “Warning, side effects of this drug when mixed with alcohol are memory loss for the up to ten hours after the subject is returned to normal size.” That was perfect he thought to himself, he could meet somebody, shrink him or her down, then return them back to normal size, and nobody would ever know. He then hears someone softly knocking on his front door. He gets up and peeks threw the front door peephole. He smiles wickedly as he sees on the other side of the door, a complete stranger. Jackpot, he thought to himself. He then quickly grabs a can of cold soda, empties a quarter of it, and then pores in some hard liquor. He then puts all little over eighty-five percent of a pill into the can, and mixes it. He figures that this amount should shrink them down to about a few inches high. He then opens his front door, and sees standing before him a thirsty…