Frederick stood there, mouth agape in partial disbelief. In a split second, his son Clifford, his own flesh and blood, had been reduced to nothing more than a puddle of blood with fleshy entrails. In his position now rested the monumental big toe, of a previously petite little girl.
Molly had no idea of the consequences of her actions, she just wanted to play her video game. She was completely unaware of the perils the shrunken community were now forced to face in her presence.
Frederick Deems yelled at the top of his tiny lungs. He was frustrated at the entire situation and charged towards the giantess Molly. "Everyone follow me," Frederick yelled. The people panicking on the floor turned their attention to him. They had no idea what he was doing. Frederick, in desperation and anger, decided everyone needed to.....
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