“SHRINK, SHRINK, SHRINK, SHRINK.”
Paul looked around him, as the room, his son, and his neighbor grew. He was shrinking rapidly now, and felt dizzy.
“Damn, look how fast he’s SHRINKING!” he heard his son’s voice call out above him.
“Yeah, perhaps too fast!” Jake responded.
Overcome by the rapid shrinking, Paul fell to the ground, momentarily blacking out. He came to a few minutes later, feeling a strange jolt, while the ground seemed to move beneath him. And then suddenly, he felt a rising feeling, like he was in some fast-paced elevator.
“LOOK HOW TINY HE IS!” Don’s godlike voice called out.
Paul opened his eyes. The ground looked odd--pinkish-peachish colored, smooth mostly, though with cracks running all over the ground. He looked up, and saw his son’s face, as big as the sun to him, looking down on him, seemingly hundreds of feet away.
“HE’S SO PUNY!” Jake’s voice boomed.
Paul had scrambled to his feet. Terrified at these giants, he started stepping backward away from their faces above him. But he was soon stopped when his back reared against a strange wall.
“HEY, DAD! YOU DON’T WANT TO FALL NOW, DO YOU?” Don called out.
“SHIT, LOOK HOW SMALL HE IS COMPARED TO YOUR THUMB!” Jake exclaimed.
Paul turned around in horror, and looked at the wall. That was his son’s thumb! Even resting on its side, it rose up higher than he was tall. Much higher.
“I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE I’M HOLDING MY DAD IN THE PALM OF MY HAND!” Don laughed, causing his hand to wobble enough for Paul to lose his footing. “I CAN’T EVEN FEEL HIM. HE’S LIKE A FLEA.”
“WELL, HE’S ABOUT THE SIZE OF FLEA, TOO, DUDE!”
Paul lay on his son’s hand, fearing how small he was. A quarter of an inch? Less? What could happen to him next?