With delight you run up stairs and remove the wrapping from the package. You gently remove the lid and slide the contents onto your bed. Michael Phelps, shrunken to a bite sized 3 inches slides dazed and confused onto the conforter. He rubs his eyes to adjust to the blinding light... then he sees you.
"Hey! What the hell is this?!" Michael's tone holds a mixture of alarm and spoiled cockyness you sort of expected.
"Well.... someone didn't bring home the gold... so you you were shrunken and sold!" Your massive grin bears down on the muscular little man.
Phelps scans his surroundings; jumps to his feet and makes a run for it. You easily stop him with your hand plucking him up by the waist of his jeans.
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