Dean thought through his next options. Being stuck as a rubber-skinned midget wasn't exactly appealing, so he tried to undo his error by attempting to remove his skin. Try as he might, however, he found no opening through all the tugging and pulling on the skin. Exhausted, he decided on looking for a catalyst to remove the skin from him and release him from his stocky prison.
So Dean opened the door to his room to find a cool breeze blow in. He felt it cleanly on his face, being uncovered, and it startled him to smell the scent of flowers. He peeked outside, and was met with a giant green thing blocking his view.
Dean stepped outside. It was, in fact, outside, though many times bigger than he once found it. Behind him lay a small house consisting of only his room, and in front of him was an enormous, green ball. Staring at it, it seemed a bit familiar, from some sort of popular media, and yet he could not place its name. Instead, in place of the name, was the desire to roll the sucker around the world.