"Hm, Andy's still an action figure? How does he get turned back? I mean you were rubber goo, and I was a sandwich, and we're both okay?" said Chad nervously. His head felt itchy. Maybe he got lice somewhere? He kept scratching the base of his hairline on the back of his neck. PLUCK.. He stared. In between his index finger and thumb there was a little white feather.
"Oh, Andy looks okay. I half expected him to grow when I unwrapped his package. Uh, hey, where did that guy who brought Andy Actionman go? He probably knows how to change Andy back. Though maybe we could have some fun with him first," said Dylan.
Chad nervously plucked more feathers. There had been a mirrored passage back the way he came, but the room was rotating the whole time they were in it. He stood and said, "I think I'll check this way." He darted down the green lit corridor, but it changed purple as he walked along it. Dylan was playing with Andy's tiny manhood. He looked up, and stood up.
"Wait up, Chad!' he followed Chad through the green lit doorway, but the hallway was now orange. Dylan looked around. He had lost Chad. He looked down at Andy, and he farted. He had felt more and more empty since that balloon that had been shoved up his bum, burst. The action figure was about the right size? Dylan sat down on an orange block. No one seemed to be around. He didn't hear any people just a persistent buzzing noise. He sighed. No one would know. Well, Andy might? But he'd never tell. Dylan unbuckled his belt.