Justin gave you an angry look as he pulled out a gun.
"Whoa whoa! Let's not get too upset, here!" you exclaimed, putting your hands up.
He shot, but you weren't dead. You were actually... shrinking?!
You were now approximately an inch tall.
"I think I'm gonna head back to my house," Justin said.
"Where can I put your small self for the ride home??"
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