Mark stuffed you back his mustache and lit another cigarette. You realized he was really enjoying making you smell his smoke.
“So when will Rosa be back in the US?
“Not for another six months, unfortunately,” Janice replied, lighting a cigarette of her own. “I’m sure she comes back she can help Matt.”
“Six months!” you yelled. “So I’m just half an inch tall until then?”
“It’s so wild we can hear him. The shrinking technology they’ve created us amazing,” Janice said to Mark before looking at you. “Yes baby, six months. You’ll be a tiny guy for a while. But I promise to hold your job, so as soon as you’re back to normal you can start work again.”
“Who cares about that! I’m literally half-a-fucking-inch tall!”
“Relax,” Mark said, making sure to coat you in smoke once again. “Me and Janice will take good care of you.”
“I love seeing him in your mustache like that. It’s like some Jack and the Beanstalk shit,” Janice laughed.
“It feels good,” Mark said. “Knowing how helpless he is… I wouldn’t mind having a handful of tiny people, Rosa is a lucky lady.”
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