"Door open, Leonard? It's almost like you were expecting me."
"Leslie Winkle," Sheldon said, his voice seething with hatred.
The woman's sneakers stopped in the doorway, seemingly endless legs of khaki leading upward. The boys imagined her casting her eyes around as she continued speaking. "You shouldn't be, though; even I wasn't expecting to need a booty call at this time. I would have called ahead, but based on previous experience you need very little notice for impending coitus."
"She's here for you, Leonard. Make her leave, Leonard."
"How do you propose I do that, Sheldon? Have you seen how huge she is? Should I, should I climb her shoe and punch her in the ankle, maybe, do you think?"
"That doesn't sound like it would be very effective, but it would be a start."
Further discussion was curtailed as Leslie moved further into the apartment, one stride carrying her over the shrunken group. She approached the table. "No answer, Leonard? Well, maybe you'll come out once you see me playing with your toy here... Or is this one of Dumbass's goofy projects? I'd be surprised if it managed to run a current..."
"Now she's going to mess with the miniaturiser Leonard. Stop her messing with my miniaturiser."
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