To hell with this, Timothy resolved finally. He was busting out of his house now. The house was a rat-hole anyway. Maybe the respect that his growing form commanded would improve his lot in life. Suddenly tinkering with that stupid little box that had caused Tim's growth was the farthest thing from the young man's mind. Why would he want this incredible surge of power to stop?
As his body continued to expand, Timothy wasted no more time and knocked out the far wall of the bedroom with his left foot. One kick was all it took to send the wall, window casing, aluminum siding and immediate bedroom furnishings showering down into the scrapyard. Where they belonged, thought Timothy as he swung his other leg around to hop down out of his demolished home. He had to duck his head under the eves of the house as he emerged. His butt still firmly planted on the creaking floorboards of his bedroom, Tim looked down to see his feet dangling only inches from the earth. The growing titan did some quick math in his head, and guesstimated that he was about seventeen feet tall. He pulled the rest of his body out of the house and stood up in all his still-growing glory. Looking down, he noticed a half-dozen of his scrapyard employees looking up at him, frozen in their tracks.