"Here's fine," you answer, watching as Kevin gives the snake's long body a casual caress.
"Well, down that wonderful potion and the fun can begin," Kevin tells you as he reaches into his pocket and removes a small plastic bag. He opens the bag and drops some tiny items on the top of the coffee table.
"What's that?"
Kevin smiles at you. "In case you're modest, we do supply customers with some tiny clothing. I think those should fit, more or less."
"Good thinking."
"You tagged yourself, right?" Kevin asks.
"Yes, but I dropped the device." You produce the Tachyon tag.
He takes it and gives it a cursory glance. "Looks ready to go," Kevin says. "Now, time to drink up."
You lift the first vial to your lips. It tastes like grape-flavored cough syrup.
"Just the one vial, heh?"
You cringe a little in front of Kevin. "Yeah, for this first time," you answer.
He smirks. "All right then. You better hop on your coffee table."
You start to ask why you should do so, but notice that Kevin is looking bigger. In fact, he is growing quite rapidly.
No, you correct yourself. "I'm shrinking!"
"That's the idea, big guy," Kevin teases as your clothes billow around you making it difficult to step onto your coffee table.
You manage to do so as you drop down in size quickly. Kevin moves to the sofa, sits and stares as you continue to shrink.
When the process ends, you find yourself in a dark tunnel. You crawl toward the light and emerge from the sleeve of your shirt.
"This is awesome!" You stare at your huge home. The coffee table is a vast plateau in the center of your titanic living room.
"Let me tidy up!" Kevin's voice booms like claps of thunder. He removes your huge clothing.
A short distance away, you see the tiny clothes he dropped down onto the tabletop.
You walk toward the clothes when you hear something and look over your shoulder. Kevin is lowering the huge snake onto the tabletop.
"Hey! I'm not ready yet!" You yell at him.
You run toward the pile of clothes and begin sorting through them.
You hear an odd noise sliding along the tabletop. You look over your shoulder to see the mega-sized serpent slithering toward you. A huge forked tongue shoots from the snake's mouth and tests the air.
Your trembling fingers fumble with the clothes. As the snake gets closer, you abandon trying to get dressed.
It's now down to the primal instincts. Should you stand and fight or take flight?
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