Your oversized feet roll off the sidewalk and dangle your toes over the edge of the curb. The rumbling stops and you feel dizzy just looking at yourself. You examine your arms and hands in wonder in the empty street. "Holy--" you exclaim. "I'm could be the tallest basketball player ever." You boxers ripple on your sides in the chilly morning air; they must have grown with you, luckily. It astonishes you that you're nearly as tall as your nice suburban house.
You hear a loud clunk nearby as the gun finally tilts on the tree branch and falls to the ground. "Geez, I need to get out of here." you think, realizing you mustn't let neighbors see you. You turn around, not realizing sidewalk cracked and buckling beneath your enormous heel. It takes less than a full step to walk over to the gun. You pick up the gleaming device in your giant fingers and peer into the tiny muzzle. You feel an urge pulling on you as you look at it--
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