Rick's anger began to clear as the smoke blew out the
windows, sending random pink puffs floating over the
neighborhood.
With a final sigh, he turned back to what he was doing.
But the music from upstairs was still loud, and there
was an odd feeling in his head. He just couldn't focus
on what he'd been doing.
That's when his pants fell down.
"Huh?"
It was so strange, he almost didn't realize what had
happened. Only the feeling of the cold, damp basement
air on his thick, muscular legs gave him the idea that
something was wrong.
Looking down, he saw his pants puddled on the
ground, his shirt hanging halfway to his knees.
What the fuck!
Turning to the lab counter, he found that it came up to
his chest. No, wait . . . his chin. No, wait . . .
Rick was shrinking!