You haven't had time to collect your thoughts on
having shrunk to such tiny size when the bathroom
door opens and two giants enter.
You scurry to find shelter behind some corroded
pipes. As you peer out at the giants, you don't
recognize them. It's not your brother or any of
his roommates.
The giants are talking, but it is difficult to
comprehend their booming speech.
"Everyone is out of the dorm until later in the
day," one giant says. "I figured now would be the
best time."
Suddenly, a huge metal cylinder, looking like some
immense tower, is lowered to the tile floor with a
loud clank.
"I won't need long," the other giant says. "I
should be able to finish this room and move on to
all the others on this floor."
The first giant frowns as he surveys the grungy
bathroom. "I don't know. The four guys in this
room are real slobs. Just do a thorough job."
"I always do!"
Mike, who has been staring at the towering
cylinder, recognizes the object as a spray tank.
The guy's an exterminator!
"By the time I'm through," boasts the
exterminator, "won't be any living thing left in
this dorm."
Oh, shit! Mike must leave hiding and contact them,
convincing them he's not some tiny pest.
The first guy, a dorm monitor, is preparing to
leave.
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