When yelling to Lucas doesn't work to get his attention, you must think of another way. You see that your pen has landed on the seat along with you. You rush over and push the pen off of your office chair. It falls to the ground like a large iron pole would if you were actual size. Fortunately, Lucas hears the pen falls and gets up to investigate. When he walks over you try yelling at him again, "Lucas! Down here!"
He hears your screams and sees you on the seat, "Whoa!" Lucas squats down and rubs his eyes to make sure he isn't hallucinating. "Is that you Henry?"
"Yes, it is!" you say happy that your friend was able to find you. Lucas gently brushes you off the seat and into his hand then carries you back to his desk.
Sitting on top of some papers on Lucas's messy desk you look up at his scruffy face that eclipses the florescent light above your cubicle. "This is crazy man," he says in a hushed tone leaning over you. He pokes you in your side with his finger.
"Hey!" you yell as your friend jabs you in your side.
"Sorry," he apologizes, "I just can't believe this is real. You must be like two inches tall. How can this happen?"
"I don't know man," you answer, "I just hope it wears off soon. I can't go through the rest of my life this tiny! Can I stick with you until I go back to normal?"
"Of course, buddy!" Lucas says, "I'll take good care of you. Let's wait until my lunch break. Then we can figure something out." You walk around Lucas's desk until you find a comfy seat on a big eraser where you can watch as your best friend does his job.
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