Having totally lost his appetite, the huge jock tossed the Tootsie Roll into a nearby trash can.
Like a projectile, the small candy roll rocked down toward the half-filled trash can. A layer of debris rushed up to greet the onrushing object. Tiny Eric, screaming through the whole descent, felt a severe impact that tossed him free from the sticky confines of the candy and its wrapper. His puny body landed on the curved surface of a huge beer bottle dropped into the trash earlier by another of the frat house's titanic occupants.
The huge bottle, half-buried in the rubbish tossed into the trash can, curved beneath the tiny scientist's shrunken form.
Eric tried to stand. He gazed up toward the distant rim of the trash can. "Hey!" Eric cupped his hands around his mouth. "Somebody! Help!"
The tiny man realized no one would hear him, no one would be coming to his rescue.
And he realized that, under his own power, he was unlikely to make his way out of the trash can. It's sleek plastic walls loomed impossibly overhead.
What was next?
Even these jocks, he imagined, would eventually get around to tossing out the trash.
"I've got to get out of here!" Eric said. He took a step, slipped and slid over the curved glass surface. He landed on a discarded envelope— a credit card company pitch for some luckless student to open a credit card account.
He felt terribly tiny at that point, discarded with other unwanted bits of trash.
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