Tim's mind is racing. With the power of this gun he could make any dirty fantasy he ever had reality. He can turn anyone into his personal slave or let them act out things he never even imagined witnessing in real life.
"Tim, are you even listening?," Dylan says.
"Ehm, sorry what?," he turns towards his friend, realizing his free hand is resting on the bulge in his pants. While daydreaming he had unconsciously rubbed himself a few times, only strengthening his already dirty thoughts. The other boy didn't even notice and just wants to know what his friend plans to do now.
Looking down at the naked girls in the bag Tim says, "I think we need to add a little more to this party. It feels incomplete to me."
There are some people further down the street. Their voices can be heard, but it's difficult to make out their age or how many there are in the group. It would be fun to add some more tiny people to the shrunken girls in the bag. The more the merrier, though only four of them might be better to handle.
While Tim is still pondering over what to do his friend is getting impatient. "Are we going to do something? If not I want my gun back," Dylan says, he is starting to get bored.
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