"Alright," you say. "No one's going to be eating anyone." You take the raygun and set it on 3, then point it at Sylvia and pull the trigger.
The green ray shoots out, enveloping the tiny dinosaur, and she shrinks smaller and smaller until she's orgasming and just about the same size as Dr. Hurley.
You pick her up and put her on the dash. "There," you say. "Problem solved."
"That isn't solved!" Dr. Hurley protests. "Make me big again!"
"Not until you fix Sylvia."
"What?" screams the tiny scientist. "This is blackmail! You can't do this!"
"I think he can," says Sylvia, looking over at her. "I hate you, Victoria."
"Yes," you agree, "but you won't hurt her because she's the only one with any chance of fixing you."
"But I need a lab!" exclaims Victoria.
"We'll make one," you say and put the car into gear. Arriving home, you take Sylvia and Victoria and put them in your old hamster habitrail set from when you were twelve.
"I'm a nobel prize winning scientist!" Dr. Hurley rages. "You can't do this!"
Oh yes you can. You're an eighteen year old male and you've got a hot three-inch-tall naked woman in a habitrail along with a chick-size dinosaur chick. You strip naked yourself, then take the raygun. The medium setting appears to be 5, right in the middle, so you set it to 6 and aim it at yourself. A green radiance envelops you and you get an extreme hardon and begin to orgasm. But you need both hands and so you let go of the trigger and drop the ray on the bed. When you finish, you're still horny but you realice you're now about eye-level with the doorframe.
"You're sick!" rails Dr. Hurley. "I'm a nobel prize winning scientist!"
"So?" you say. "I think I'm going to be a nobel prize winning scientist. And a basketball star too!" You give yourself another orgasmic zap with the raygun, shooting up to nearly eight feet tall, then put the raygun on the top shelf of your closet, where you used to need a chair to reach.
"So," you say to Dr. Hurley. "How do we go about fixing Sylvia and winning me a nobel prize?"