“Do you have a microwave?” Victoria asks, sighing in defeat as Sylvia stands over her with her arms crossed, hissing occasionally. She’s still an inch taller than the doctor and intimidating.
“Yes, I do!” You reply smugly.
“Do you have… a cuisinart?” Victoria asks, shaking her head at using such crude methods.
“A what?” You ask, blinking.
“A fucking cuisinart! A blender!” Victoria screams irately, to which Sylvia gives her a good smack over the head, making the tiny naked woman fall to her knees in pain.
“I’ll go buy one. Meanwhile, it looks like you two are getting along famously!” You mock, and go out of the house eight feet tall, after growing your clothing. It’s about this time that a talent scout for the local university happens to be walking his dog… and the two of you get talking.
In the meantime, Sylvia beats the crap out of Dr. Hurley and you return home with the cuisinart to find Victoria sobbing in the corner of the habitrail and Sylvia sitting there shivering in the opposite corner covered in blood. Apparently Victoria had cut her with a broken piece of the cage from the habitrail in self defense and the little dinosaur took a good slice to the chest. You take Sylvia out and clean her up before placing her back with Dr. Hurley and shrinking Victoria some tools so she can strip the parts she needs to fix Sylvia.
It takes a week for the to two to settle into the fact they have to work together. By that time Victoria has assembled a gruesome looking metal table inside the microwave and built some kind of irradiating beam just like the shrinking/growing ray.
You learn from Victoria that there’s actually two settings on the ray. Shrinking and growing, yes, but also the intensity of it. So you can adjust how pleasurable or painful the ray strike is.
You supervise Victoria as she straps Sylvia to the table and zaps her (on high no less) in the microwave. The procedure is a success, and little by little Sylvia’s mind starts to calm down.
And THEN things get crazy.