You spot a girl in the crowd about seventeen heading to the toilets, at the same time you spot an empty hamster cage on a shelf, a develish grin creeps across your lips as you say to yourself, "I've always wanted hamsters". You take the cage and find the girl vomiting into the bog and wait till she finishes before shrinking her to 5 inches and popping her into the cage, you explain to the girl that she's your pet now and that as long as she plays along she'll be just fine.
You the gather up her clothes and sell them to a partier who's just been puked on.
An idea hits you, "I could make a living out of this" you say.
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