"I'll just shrink myself down, save on funeral costs!" Angelina smirks. Her eyes look downward for a moment, and that's when you strike.
Leaping forward, you drive your hands upward to push the barrel away from your chest, but Angelina reacts quickly, clenching her fists, closing her eyes, and pulling that trigger...
Your scale is washed away in a sea of heavenly light and pain, and you're falling toward a distant expanse of laboratory floor as your vision clears. Then a landscape of criss-crossing valleys and rising, humped peninsulas interposes itself, and you land heavily in the centre of Angelina's palm.
Rolling delicately onto your back, you look up at the emotion written huge on the face that is the sky: what does Angelina want to do now?
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