Chris stood up and was shocked. He was like those kids in that movie! The dishwrack he had tripped over was like a building now. He was standing ankle deep in water that was nothing more than a layer of film from a normal size perspective. He then heard some loud booming noises and a pair of thunder-like voices:
"YEAH, THAT WAS WICKED FUNNY! DID YOU SEE HARRY'S FACE WHEN MONIQUE WAS KISSING BRIAN YESTERDAY? THAT WAS PRICELESS."
"YEAH, HARRY IS A WEIRDO."
"WHO WAS DOING DISHES TODAY?"
"CHRIS, I THINK..."
They were definetly female voices, and he knew exactly who they belonged to...
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