Horrified, Don tightened his grip on his father and whisked him behind his back, thoroughly sickening the older and smaller man in the process.
"What the hell was THAT?" demanded Jared, his voice cracking on the last word.
"Nothing! Will you shut up and get out of here!" Don could see the curious faces of the would-be bathroom goers in the hall.
"That's not nothing. I saw it move!"
Seeing his friend was going to make a stink, Don used his free hand to pull him further into the room and shut the door behind him. "Will you be quiet!" he hissed.
Behind Don's back (pressed, in fact, against the ass of his son's tight jeans), Paul prayed that he was not about to be revealed to another giant. It seemed as if he could not rely on Don to have any common sense.
"But what IS it?"
"It's, uh, well..."
Jared made as if to grab Don's arm, causing him to recoil. "Look, it's a person, OK?"
"A PERSON?!?!?"
"It's my father. He got shrunk somehow and I need to take him to the hospital if it doesn't wear off by morning."
"Yeah, right. That was some sort of little monkey or something. Let me see."
"You have to be VERY careful," Don warned as he brought his hand around.
"Don't do it, you idiot!" Paul wanted to scream, but it was too late. A moment later, he was completely exposed on his son's palm, staring up in fright at his giant, party-animal friend, whose jaw was hanging as wide as the Chunnel.
"Dad, this is Jared. Jared, this is my father, Paul DeSoto."