"Well, that didn't go as planned..." you think to yourself as you peer over the edge of Susan's vast palm, looking down at the wreckage of Dr. Montana's lab below.
Sirens wail in the distance, and grow louder.
You break out into a nervous sweat as you turn around. Your field of vision is filled by pink fabric, with huge white letters spelling out the message "STAY SINGLE". You back up on Susan's palm to actually get a look at her, when a huge thumb and forefinger grab the transposer from your hands, easily. Even if you had tried to resist, there was no way you could have prevented her from taking it from you.
She looks down at you, smiling, apparently pleased by what she sees. Fortunately, it's clear that her huge fingers are too big and clumsy to operate the transposer.
But apparently, there's nothing stopping those fingers from compressing the gun into a useless clump of metal and dropping it to the ground.
"JUST SO THAT NO ONE GETS AN IDEA TO SHRINK ME BACK DOWN..." she says in a booming voice.
"Wait!" You hear a voice call from a megaphone. It sounds strangely familiar, and looking down, holding on to Susan's palm for dear life, you see Dr. Montana.
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