Maybe that door up ahead on the other side of that rotating tunnel. You run through the tunnel and fall, but catch yourself against the moving wall. At last you're out the door is just passed the big "X" painted on the floor. Oops. You stand on the "X" and it's a trapdoor, you're shooting down a construction chute, and you pop out on the Midway in a carnival game booth. Everything is huge. It's a long way down from where the trapdoor lets you out. You grab a nearby wire, and slide down it. You're hanging like four times your height off the ground. You notice you're next to a furry inflatable gorilla, and there are more inflatable toys all hanging on the wire. Fuck, it's that asshole college kid who lives in the next apartment. He's always blaring his music all day and night, and he's huge now. You must be only 24 inches tall now. He hands the man in the straw hat a five dollar bill, and picks up some soft balls. He throws them. First one misses, but the next two knock down all the milk cans. He points at you. The carney picks you off the wire and hands you to pimply college kid.
His friends meet up with him.
"Dude, what's with the furry toy?"
"Yeah, aren't you to big for stuffed animals?"
"It's not a stuffed animal. It's a masturbatory aid," your new owner says glibly.
His buddies nod knowingly.
You can only think, "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"
He hugs you and whispers, "I can't wait to break you in tonight."