Otto Rocket loved to ride. In fact, he was skating about, grinding on railings, forcing people to dive out of the way, narrowly avoiding people moving furniture, the usual for "Ottomatic." But, despite his best efforts, his riding was gonna get him into a heap of trouble.
He was in the middle of grinding a rail, while, without his knowledge, one rude dude was crossing the corner. The moments Otto hopped off the rail, this dude crossed right in front of him.
"Watch out, dude!" Otto shouted. The dude turned, just in time for 1) him to see Otto riding right at him, and 2) Otto to realize this dude happened to be local rude dude, Lars Rodriguez.
"Gah!" he shouted in realization. The two collide, Otto tackling over him. "Grah! What's your problem, dude?!"
"Hey! It's not my fault I didn't see you!"
"And what? I should've seen you?" Otto picked up his skateboard, checking it for damage. "Don't ignore me while I'm yelling at you!"
"C'mon, I've gotta get back to shredding." Before Otto could "shred" anymore, Lars grabbed him by the shirt collar and throws shoves him against the nearby wall.
"No way, dude! You've gone too far this time!" He suddenly picked up a vial of powder.
"What's that funk y'got there?" Before Lars answered, he uncorked the bottle, pours it into his hand, and blows it into Otto's face. He coughs and coughs. As he coughed, he didn't notice something worrying: he was shrinking! After his coughing fit, he shrunk to the size of an ant. Otto realized this when he looked up at Lars' cruel grin.
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