Deciding he's had enough fun for now, Tommy carefully plucks his speck sized best friend from the remaining pizza, and sets him on the floor in front of him.
"Stay still, I'm going to grow you back. I promise this time, no tricks!" Tommy tells you as you stand in front of his massive form.
Tommy plays with the settings on the gun, before aiming it at you. He pulls the trigger, and a flash of light envelops you. When it fades, you're back to your normal height. "Ugh, man, I'm still covered in sauce, and stuff! This is nasty!" You say to Tommy.
"So, um....no hard feelings, right? It was all just a joke.....you know that, right?" Tommy looks at you almost nervously.
"No hard feelings? After what you did, you're going to get it!" You smile mischievously at your friend. "Give me that gun! It's your turn to be tiny!" You lunge at Tommy, attemtping to pry the gun from his hands.
"Hey! Stop! It's mine! Besides, I didn't say you could use it!" Tommy protests, and struggles to keep the gun in his hands.
You had no intention of giving up so easily though. Grabbing onto half of the gun, you try to pull it from Tommy's grasp. Tommy pulls back, resulting in a game of tug-of-war between the two of you. "Give me the gun!" You shout at him. "No!" He shouts back. As the two of you wrestle for control of the gun, you hardly notice walking out of Tommy's room, and into the hallway. As you argue, and fight, you eventually come to the kitchen.
Backing Tommy against the kitchen table, you think you finally have him cornered. "It's mine! I'm going to get you back so hard for what you did!" You yell, and pull as hard as you can. In your struggle though, you don't notice that you've been flipping switches, and dials, and as Tommy yells, trying to wrest control of the gun, he accidently pulls the trigger.
A blinding flash of light engulfs both you and Tommy, and when it fades, the world around you is gigantic yet again, and you seem to be rolling on top of the kitchen table. "See what you did?" Tommy yells out to you. Now we're both tiny! What are we going to do now?"
"What I did!? This was all YOUR fault! It was your stupid idea anyway to even use the gun! Now we have to get he-" You stop as you see your friend lying next to you. Only he wasn't Tommy anymore. He was a yellow M&M. "Um.....Tommy.....You're.....WE'RE..... M&Ms....."
"What!? We must have messed with the dials or something, and changed the settings! This is even worse than being small! We need someone to use the gun to change us back!"
"Who's going to do that? I mean, we can't talk to anyone now, and all anyone is going to see is two pieces of candy! This is bad! We're going to be stuck as two pieces of chocolate forever!"
As the two of you panic, you hear the door suddenly open, and footsteps approaching the kitchen. "I thought nobody was going to be here? Who just came in?"
"Oh no.....It's....."
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