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Swatted!

added by Sylvan 21 years ago

Scott strode into Timothy's living room. His boss was nowhere to be seen and hadn't answered his calls. He'd been close to Tim before; even sucked the little guy off once or twice in the past, but nothing too serious. Now that he needed him to sign for a couple new shipments coming in, he couldn't locate Timothy anywhere...

His eyes caught a glimpse of something small hopping up and down on Tim's coffee table. Reacting reflexively, the huge, burly man bent forward and swatted the tiny "mouse" off of the table. "Git! Shoo!" he snarled.

The mouse bounced off the wall and fell behind the couch. Scott nodded to himself, satisfied he'd dispatched the tiny vermin. His eyes caught sight of something new, though.

Sitting on Timothy's coffee table was a curious, small Chest...

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The impact felt like he'd been hit by a car! Timothy flew backwards, sailing through the air and hitting the wall with a bone-cracking impact! He groaned as he fell, barely conscious, to the floor between the couch and the wall. There, crumpled in a heap in the dust by the baseboards, the shrunken man groaned.

His vision was blurred and swam before his eyes. It was all he could do to keep himself from slipping into unconsciousness. As he rubbed the back of his head, he felt a wet warmth in his hair ... he was bleeding...

Vaguely, he remembered something from High School physics about impacts being of less effect the smaller an animal was -something about surface-area to volume ratio- but it quickly faded from his thoughts. All he could do was sit there, try to catch his breath and count his fractures...

It felt like several ribs might be broken, not to mention his left arm...

Slowly, he managed to tilt his head back and look up and Up and UP at the towering arm of the couch above him, compared to the dark, dust-filled cavern beneath the couch before him. In the distance, he could see the shoed feet of Scott, sitting on his couch, apparantly looking at something on the coffee table...


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