Brian knew that he couldn't keep this up, Certainly he knew Lois was a good woman but when she meant business she defiantly meant just that. Atleast he would confess with a torture he liked then if she grew irritated with him.
"Ok, ok Lois, it’s this gun I found. I believe it belongs to Stewie."
"Oh Brian you can't be serious, He's just a baby."
Brian didn't want to argue with someone that he was just a mere half an inch too. Her big toe was near as big as him. She could easily end his life with it.
"Well Brian where is this fabled gun?"
"Lois i can get it if you get your foot off of me please."
Lois does as instructed and Brain reaches behind him and pulls it out of thin air as most cartoons do. Luckily it wasn't harmed. Lois held out her hand down to Brian’s level and he dropped it in her grasp. To Brian's surprise it grew to fit her hand.
"Oh my Brian this sure is advanced, so you say this thing made you small?"
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