Sam felt dizzy, and the room seemed to spin a bit. When he came to, he was standing next to Greg, whose hand was resting on his forehead.
“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” Sam asked, slapping the hand away.
Greg didn’t respond. He stood quiet, in shock having just seen his roommate shrink in front of his own eyes. But Zeke couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“Shit Sam, you just shrank!”
“What’d you say, you little punk?” Sam screamed, running over to Zeke, and lifting him by armpits. “What’d did you say, twerp?”
“I… I… said you shrank, bud! I’m sorry, it’s true.”
Sam looked around him, dropping Zeke onto the floor. The room looked different. The couch, the TV stand, the coffee table, even Zeke… all seemed to be a little higher than usual.
He saw Greg walking toward him, carrying what looked to be the shorts Sam had been wearing that night.
“These… um… fell off,” Greg mumbled.
Sam tore the shorts from Greg’s hand, staring at his roommate. Shit, Sam thought, How’d Greg get so tall? He’s only an inch or two shorter than me now.
“What’d you guys do to me? What kinda prank is this? Shrinking! Whatever. I’m onto you,” he screamed.
“Dude, this is no prank,” Zeke muttered.
“Shut up, dickhead!” Sam said shoving him aside, causing him to fall over the coffee table. “Joke’s over, boys! Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
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