Just as you were about to be crushed into paste by the Elder's colossal foot, an incredible relief washed over you. Looking up above you, you could both see and feel the titanic foot lift off of you, to the side, and down to the ground. You immediately doubled over and gulped in air, holding your stomach. You were in more pain than you originally knew, a few ribs possibly being cracked. You rolled over onto your back, looking up to see Hudson's face growing closer, until you could tell he was on his knees, observing you.
You held perfectly still, Hudson's good eye watching, waiting for you to move. Finally, you did, trying to sit up. Before you had a chance to even speak, Hudson's harsh voice rang through your ears.
"Who are ya, lad, what're ya doing here, and how did ya get so small?"
You proceed to explain what happened to you, Hudson listening with great interest.
"You see, Mr. Hudson, I was pulled through the television set..."
"Now wait a minute, lad...how is it you know my name? How long have you been here?"
"I've only been here a few minutes...in my world, your life is a television show...but in this weird experiment, I got pulled through..."
"Just when I thought I knew everything about that box, I hear this..."
You look up at him, swallowing heavily.
"Uhm...Mr...Hudson, sir...? Do you know of any way to help me get back?"
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