Mike stammers out some kind of excuse about his cousin and a present or something, but Katy has had a few drinks and doesn’t really care. So he bids Katy farewell for the evening and walks back to your room, still holding the foot-long sorority house in his left hand. He smiles at the thought of the terrors those sorority girls must be feeling right now, being jostled around their rooms as he carries them around. Do they even know they've been shrunk, or is everything still a blur to them as they're shaken about in their darkened rooms?
Megan is out somewhere, probably getting wasted and manhandled at some club, so Mike goes into his room unimpeded. He puts the house down on his bedside table and clears everything else off of it, then moves the table a few feet over to the center of the room. He can't believe he’s actually brought a sorority house back to his dorm room. As he had promised himself, he transforms the house into an identical building, except for working plumbing, heating, and electricity. He watches the lights flicker back on to his delight. He’s not sure how the physics of that works, but that’s the gun’s problem, not his.
Now for the good stuff. He gently lifts the roof off the house. He’s worried that all he'll see is an attic, but there are four bedrooms on the top floor, and sure enough, there are shrieking girls in each one of them. He counts six total, and he especially enjoys that one of them was hiding in the closet, no help to her when a giant looks down on her from overhead. He sees another girl in a bathrobe, and he gently touches her with his finger. It's the strangest sensation feeling her struggle against his finger as he backs her into the wall. It's like she's a person and an insect at the same time.
Mike smiles and picks her up. He has to be careful, as he doesn't want to crush her. He holds her up close to his face and stares at her, trying to see if he recognizes her. He doesn't, but she's a very fetching strawberry blonde, and he’s very glad she's in his grasp. She's stopped struggling and seems to be simply staring at him with a horrified expression on her face. Mike says his first words to his new captives: "Maybe I should eat you." And he puts her in his mouth.
This turns out to be a dull experience too. She moves around, but not much. She must be too shocked to do much of anything. Mike spits her back into his palm and puts her down on the table.
Mike starts to wonder whether he needs to give these ladies a bit of time to calm down before they can start playing in earnest. And honestly, he’s pretty tired too. But maybe he should push forward regardless.