As you walk in to the house, your mom yells at you, "Damnit Jake, you're tracking mud and grass all over the new carpet". Looking over your shoulder, you see that she isn't exaggerating.
"Oh well, what's the big deal", you think to yourself. Unfortunately, your mom won't let it go and she keeps nagging at you. Rolling your eyes and not overly interested in what she has to say, you look over the strange gun in your hands and absent mindedly flip its switch to shrink.
Your thoughts are interrupted when she thrusts a broom and dustpan at you and says, "now clean that mess up".
Highly annoyed now, you point the gun at her and pull the trigger. Miraculously it works. Your bitchy mother dwindles down smaller and smaller, while you continuously loom higher above her. When the process finally ends your control freak mom is no bigger that your little toe.
Once the momentary shock wares off, she yells up to you, "You make me big again right this minute Mister...". You listen and watch her rant and fume below for a minute or so...it's pretty funny, but now it's time to put her in her place.
"...you are in so much trou..." "SILENCE", you roar, while stomping your foot down.
The sheer power of your foot and voice lets your mom know that she is no longer in control of the situation.
Leering down at her, you say with a snicker, "hey mom...the carpet is dirty". You pause for a second and then add in a sinister tone, "clean it up".
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