He estimated he was only an inch tall. He gazed up at the massive shelves, and to his left was the mess of green goo and broken glass. "Oh, just bloody great." He muttered to himself. He walked away from the liquid, before he shrank any smaller and wandered about. "Okay, so what do I do...it seems that this green shit made me like this...and it came in with the order. So, there must be something in the order that can fix it. Hopefully." He turned around and saw a mountain of boxes behind him. It could take him days to get onto that, let along get inside and look around. There were only six boxes or so, but that could take a little guy like him weeks! What a nightmare! God, how could this day get any worse?
He then began to hear it. Not only that, but he could feel it.
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
"Oh, bollocks...footsteps..." He said to himself, turning around and seeing the massive door. The steps stopped, and Nate, waiting with baited breath, watched it click and squeak open.
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