Ashton's in the middle of lunch in a trendy Hollywood cafe when your group moves in. The five of you, each only centimetres tall, use extreme care and stealth in sneaking up to the Hollywood giant with your recording equipment. If anyone in Hollywood finds out the sort of advanced technology you guys are using to obtain your stories, your career would be over before it started. So, shuffling around in a corner behind giant Ashton's chair, you flip the switch on your recording device and the bunch of you keep perfectly still and quiet as you listen in on his conversation.
What's that? The phrase "break-up" causes your ears to prick up. This could be juicy! You volunteer to get closer to the mammoth actor. Joey, your colleague and long-time best friend, insists on accompanying you.
"You're both as crazy as each other. Be careful." Allan, the equipment guy, whispers as quietly as possible. The two of you steal over, close to the heel of Mr Kutcher's gargantuan sneaker. The sight of his face from here is even more mind-blowing. Wearing sunglasses and a shade of facial hair, Ashton's look of seriousness promotes the undeniable sense that he isn't another human being, he's a towering god. You're used to this strange perspective, and know that the world returns to normal as soon as you're retuned to size. Still, the temporary percieved change in status is thrilling.
You edge closer and closer to the big, white sneaker as the giant lowers his voice. Risk-takers until the end, you and Joey find yourselves taken by suprise for the first time when Ashton's chair squeaks loudly on the ground and he promptly stands up, his massive sneaker swinging into your tiny body, knocking your equipment to the ground and tangling you in its long white laces.
As Ashton bids his friend goodbye and walks away from the cafe, you're bashed against the sides of his truck-sized sneaker, suspended on the dirty shoe-string. You look ahead and see Joey, clinging to the hem of the giant star's jeans, looking back at you in disbelief. Far away now, your paparazzo friends cover their mouths in horror as they watch you being carried away by the unaware man's giant shoe..
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