Fifty feet tall and full of giggly, springy joy, Susan bounces up and down. Her gigantic tennis shoes crush and crumble the rubble under her feet with each hop as she shouts, "It worked! It worked!" with frightening glee. She's so overjoyed, she throws her hands up over her head which pulls the ground out from beneath your feet.
You fall from around her waist level with your legs desperately kicking like a cartoon character. Another second and you are on the ground. Your fall cushioned by the not so soft bricks and broken glass the science lab wall has become. The matter transposer flies out of your grasp as you scream in pain, holding your bruised leg.
Susan takes notice of your scream and looks down upon you with a big sinister smile, "I tricked you! I tricked you good little man! You didn't even see me coming." She giggles and takes a step out from the rubble, kicking dirt and dust and debris right on top of you.
"Hey! Help me! I'm hurt!" You shout to her. "You can't do this! Help me!" You lob a brick in her direction, but it bounces off her shoe uselessly. She doesn't ignore you though and turns around.
"You're hurt?" Susan sighs, "I guess I didn't mean to drop you like that. Here." Susan reaches out and brushes her fingers against you. She pushes aside the rubble and pinches you by the shirt. With a little tug, she drags you over the pile and onto the grass. But she doesn't let you go. "Now where's that gun at little guy?" You cough out the dirt from your lungs and look around yourself. You're not even sure. "Now listen, I don't want you pulling any funny business on me. Now tell me where you put it or I'm not letting go."
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