Bryan knew from his past experiments that at his much-reduced size he moved much slower. Running even a few inches across the tabletop left the genius feeling winded.
"Guess I should get in better shape," he said. Then, he shook his head. What did it matter? He meant to mail himself to his nephew.
"It's not like I'm going to try to walk to California," he said aloud.
He slowed to a trot, raised his head and looked at amazement how the salt shaker loomed over him like some stainless steel and crystal tower.
He took a few deep breaths and began again his trek toward the center of the tabletop. After quite a hike, he stood close enough to reach out and touch the edge of the hundred dollar bill he had secured beneath the base of the salt shaker.
"That really is a big bill," he joked out loud.
He laughed weakly as he scanned the tabletop. The distant horizon of the edge of the table looked fuzzy and indistinct. His tabletop, he realized, looked like some vast plain on some alien planet.
The only other large structure visible — the shipping box — loomed midway between the center and the edge of the tabletop.
Bryan figured he should complete his careful preparations by securing himself inside the box in anticipation for shipment to his nephew.
He took one last look at the enormous salt shaker, but before he took a single step, he heard a loud noise. The air pressure in the room seemed to change and a gust of wind raced across the tabletop.
Despite the unexpected turbulence, Bryan managed to look up in shock as Tommy and another titan entered his kitchen.
"Shit! He's early!" Bryan exclaimed.
Although he knew Tommy, Bryan felt definite awe as he stared at the titanic youth. Part of the thrill, he realized, came from the fact he knew the giant. But anything familiar about Tommy had vanished now that Bryan beheld him from such an insignificant perspective.
Then he saw the other giant. He looked shorter than Tommy, but his body bulged and curved from enormous muscles concealed beneath tight clothing.
Then, in a moment of horror, Bryan stared toward the shipping package. He saw a tiny gleam on the tabletop in the shadow of the box.
"The antidote!" Bryan screamed. He hadn't bothered to pick up the tiny vial before he began his exploration.
"SO, ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS MAIL A PACKAGE?"
"THAT'S ALL, DUDE," Tommy answered. His huge hand stretched over the tabletop as he removed the salt shaker and picked up the hundred dollar bill. "AND I CAN KEEP THE CHANGE."
"SWEET!" The muscled youth said.
Bryan watched as Tommy's friend reached down with a huge hand and plucked the building-sized box off the table. He watched as the giant lifted the box to the side of his head and shook it.
"I CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING!"
JOE, QUIT MESSING AROUND," Tommy said. "PUT THE BOX DOWN."
The other giant obeyed. To Bryan's horror, the giant sat the box down on the section of table where Bryan had forgotten the vial containing the antidote.
He started to run toward the box. Maybe he could still attract Tommy's attention and remedy this horrible turn of bad luck.
He hadn't gotten far when another blast of wind ravaged the tabletop.
The giants had left open the kitchen door. What seemed to the giants a gentle breeze proved a hurricane to the unseen tiny man.
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