Pam heard something, though she wasn’t quite sure what it was, it startled her. It sounded like high pitched squeaking which should’ve indicated to her that this was a bug or an insect pleading but the giant receptionist pulled her heel back and lowered herself down to her knees to get closer to the tiny form below her. When she made contact with the ground the world shook for Michael, it was already terrifying watching Pam’s gigantic shoe fill his vision and plunge the sky into darkness but now she was purposefully getting closer to him and it loomed over him. Pam squinted her eyes noticing how the insect wasn’t acting like crazy and trying to run away instead notice it...shaking, no trembling and cowering. Michael was downright terrified and he would admit to any of his employees that they would have done the same easily and he was being quite brave standing there. Suddenly Pam stammered as her eyes went wide noticing the... little figure had a suit and tie. “M-Michael?” She questioned as she pushed the brownish reddish hair out of her face. Michael started jumping up and down out of joy. “Y-yes! Yes Pamala it’s me the old-Wait Wait!” He noticed a giant hand reaching down for him before slowly but carefully plucking him up by the neck using two fingers which radiated heat and warmth and we’re soft against Michaels head. He was brought face to face with a giant Pam whose eyes darted around him wildly and then his worse nightmare came true. “I-I can’t believe out of all the people to design a toy after, influential people, historical people, m-me, they went and made a Michael Scott toy” This was the worst Michael thought, what would Pam do with him now?
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