“Oh my God,” Ramona breathed as she spotted the inch-tall form of her one-time object of worship at her feet. “Doctor Cooper? Is that you?”
Sheldon treated her to his most condescending smirk as he shook his head, knowing full well that she wouldn’t be able to hear his words. The movement prompted Ramona to drop to her knees, hands braced either side of the tiny scientist as she brought her face in for a closer look at him.
As Howard jogged closer, he couldn’t take his eyes off the colossal head hanging above, ginger tresses tied neatly behind. Ramona’s youthful features were all open in surprise: eyes wide, mouth gaping, flared nostrils blasting the ground with hot air. Surprisingly, Sheldon was standing firm in the face of it all. Say what else you liked about the guy, sometimes he refused to see what danger he was in.
“I can’t believe this,” Ramona said. “This is… is incredible. Did you do this, Doctor Cooper?”
“Of course,” Sheldon replied loudly. “Who else could be brilliant enough to have developed a method of miniaturising matter?”
“Couldn’t have built it without help!” Howard shouted, jumping next to him. “See, he draws up the plans, and the top engineer in the business puts it together for him.”
Howard looked directly up at Ramona’s left eye, noticing his own reflection therein. “He may have the brains, but I’m the one that likes to get my hands dirty.”
“Ew,” she said, her lip curling. Her hand came forward, and Howard had only a moment to register that before a finger flicked out, a delicate nail the size of his torso striking him directly. The engineer went tumbling away across the floor.
Sheldon, taken aback by this, was ignorant of the hand’s further movements until it had surrounded him, fingers curling around him to block out all light. Coccooned within human skin, he screamed.
Ramona rose and left the apartment, one tiny human in her possession and three left behind.