Well, shit. The gun's not on him. Mike feels all around his gorgeous female body and looks inside his purse, but it's just gone. He tries to think, and he realizes with some horror that the force of shrinking himself down must have hit him harder than he had initially grasped, because he remembers everything except holding onto the gun. It must have landed on the bench behind him, he imagines, but he has no way of knowing for sure because he’s now far too short to see up there. Whatever the result, he’s now stuck as a smoking hot stripper who just so happens to be a couple inches tall, if that. This is not exactly the perfect situation to be in, to say the least, but he’s not sure what to do. And worse of all, now those giants are coming back.
Mike’s not sure how to approach this new development. He thinks the strippers might be reasonable towards someone who looks like one of them, but he’s not sure how a sleazy strip club employee will treat a tiny woman he happens to find on the floor. Unfortunately, Mike hears the two girls Alexia and Danielle say their goodbyes to the dude and head out somewhere else, so the only person who actually walks into Mike’s field of vision is this scuzzy guy. This is exactly the last place he wants to be. He is terrified. Why couldn't he be found by one of the girls?