“Pleeeeease... I gotta know!” Sheena said, taking a drag off of her cigarette.
“Well, there’s not a lot to it. Years ago I was screening around on Halloween and a witch put a curse on me. Now, every Halloween, I shrink. When the sun rises in the morning, I’ll turn back to normal.”
“That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard,” Dan said. “I do remember when we were kids you loved Jack and the Beanstalk, so this must be like a dream come true.”
“A few minutes ago he almost got smoked,” Mark laughed.
“How so?” asked Sheena.
“Well I was shocked at first, so when I picked him up I had my cig between my fingers, and he sat on it - like this.”
Mark reached down and plucked you up similar to earlier, and again you ended up on his cigarette.
“Then without thinking I stuck it in my mouth to take a drag.”
Mark placed the Marlboro in his lips, pinning you against the butt. But this time he let it dangle trapping you in place.
“So, smoked,” Mark laughed.
“Oh wow... I’d put him there every time I smoked,” Sheena said.
“It does feel interesting,” Mark said, the cigarette bouncing up and down. “He’s pushing and squirming.”
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