Your now enormous friend is looking down on you with eyes as big around as you've ever seen them. Her mouth is hanging wide open as she stares at your tiny body standing in front of her sneakers. And then she shoots one gigantic hand to her mouth to stifle her cries - wait - she's not crying - she's LAUGHING!
"Hey! Kourtney, cut it out! This isn't funny! Look what you did..."
"Oh, Scott...oh, but it is! It's SO funny! I mean, look at you!" She is now bent over, both so she can see you better, and because she's doubled over with laughter. "I guess I see why you wanted it back so badly, huh? Ohmigod you're SO cute - I mean, small! Where'd you get this thing, anyway?"
You put your hands on your hips and look sternly up at her. Like 20 stories up at her.
"Oh puh-LEASE!" she laughs down at you. "Don't look at me like that. All stern, and mad - this is YOUR fault. If you had just told me what this was I wouldn't have *snicker* SHRUNK you!" At this, she dissolves into laughter again. "Well? What have you got to say for yourself, Scotty?"
One huge sneaker-clad foot reaches out and lightly bumps you as she stares down her body at you.
"HEY!" you cry. "Kourtney, you knock it off and grow me back or I'll - I'll -"
She smirks down at you and bends over so you can see her face a little better. "Yes, Scott? You'll do...what, exactly?"
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