"Steven! Get the hell over here! You're in her sandal!" one of the doctor's shouted in complete panic from under the couch.
Steven made his way back to the edge and prepared to take a flying leap.
"Bill, bill, junk..." Danielle said as she casually tossed each letter onto the coffee table. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the doctor stumbling to his feet. "Ew, GAWD, a bug!" She unconscionably raised her leg to squish it into oblivion when she noticed it had on some kind of white coating. Was it it's shell color? What bugs have four limbs and are white? Let alone run upright.
She withheld her "DANIELLE SMASH" line of dialogue and leaned in. The doctor was frantically sprinting to the couch. She got on her knees to increase her focus on the small man. Her left hand fell like mountain range in front of Steven to block his patch. He fell over from the sheer force of impact. Danielle got completely on her belly, careful not to move her arm so this "thing" could escape. "You're a little person!" her voice boomed like a dozen nuclear explosions happening at once.
"PLEASE DON'T SHOUT!" Steven pleaded, covering his ears. He knew this girl would not be ideal for such a sensitive situation.
Danielle arched her neck. Her nose only about six inches away from him, and chin completely on the cold floor. She was as close to his level as possible. From this extreme, he could see practically every pore up close. Luckily she did a good job cleansing her skin, and it was easy on the eyes. Even something at a simple range like her shoulders, started to blur from distance. He took a quick notice of the infinite blackness from her cleavage. Her boobs pressed firmly against the carpet looked like the world's highest cave.
Steven darted his eyes back up at her. Her blue eyes looked like hot tubs. "Ohmigosh. You're one of those doctor people," she said, this time withholding some excitement in tone.
"Yes. We weren't in the ship when you ate it!"
"Why did you leave? Were you guys looking through my purse??? ... and where are the other guys?"
Steven side glanced at the others under the sofa. They all made hand gestures not to say anything. "..uhh... We got separated."
"I'll help you find them! Wait here!" she boomed as she jumped up and mammoth-stepped into the kitchen. Steven felt sick from the tremendous vibrations of the floor. Like he was at sea.
She returned, crouched, and in a blinding flash, had a drinking glass set upside-down on top of him. Steven ran to the edge, feeling the inside wall of it like a simple mime.
"Ya see, THAT'S why we didn't tell her we were under here!" the first doctor told his adjoining comrades under the couch.
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