"Of course," Rich said aloud, smirking at his own reflection, "I only see one available live subject right now. Guess it'll have to be me." He lowered the safety, then brought the gun up to his chest, placing its barrel squarely between his slender pecs. He then closed his eyes, his finger resting on the trigger. But before he could bring himself to fire, a sudden panic gripped him. "Wait a minute, what am I doing?" he asked himself. "I mean, just because this thing works on an apple doesn't mean that it'll work for me. What if it kills living creatures or something crazy like that? I mean, it is kinda screwing with the laws of physics..."
He started to bring it down, just as he saw a fly buzz past, landing on the countertop in front of him. "Hmm," he thought. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to test on this little guy to see if it's safe. I'll just make sure it's on the lowest setting possible." Glancing down at the dial, he turned it from 4, where it was at, down to 1. "Okay," he said, holding the gun out and aiming at the fly, "Hope you don't mind a bit of an experiment, little guy."
He fired, a dim beam of light shooting out and hitting the counter around where the fly had come to a rest. "Did I hit it?" Rich wondered. Indeed, the insect didn't even seem like it knew anything had happened, but as it took off again and flew out of the room, the raccoon could swear that it had gotten just a tiny bit bigger. Or maybe his eyes were just playing tricks on him. "Well, that was a bust," he sighed. "Screw it, I want to know. I'm sure if it was harmful the apple would've exploded or something, like in that movie, right?"
Keeping the dial set at 1, Rich pointed it once again at himself, took a deep breath, and squeezed the trigger before he could have second thoughts. The beam hit his chest, a warm, tingling sensation spreading through his body, not altogether unpleasant. "Ooh, this isn't half-bad," he murmured, grinning. Looking back up at his reflection, he waited several seconds to see any signs of growth, either visual or otherwise.
Just before he had given up on seeing any results, he felt the fabric of his shirt start to grow tighter around his shoulders, and looking down at his feet, he noticed the hems of his pant legs were now a couple of inches above his ankle, well higher than they had been. Glancing back up, he saw that his belt line was now level with the counter, whereas before it was several inches lower. "It worked!" he exclaimed softly. "I've grown, a few inches at least! I wonder why it didn't grow my clothes, though?" He thought about it, then shrugged. "Maybe it only works on organic material, who knows? Still, this is a toy I think I'd much rather have some fun with before selling."
The raccoon grabbed the briefcase but stuck the gun in his pocket, making sure to engage the safety before doing so. Turning to the door, he glanced through the window, making sure the coast was clear before opening it and sneaking out...
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