Bryan entered the bathroom, feeling a little dizzy. He stood in front of the toilet, with his hand against the wall, expecting to throw up. Instead, he felt his hand
slowly slide against the moist tile. His clothes felt slightly larger and baggier. He walked over to the sink to splash some water on his face, something seemed odd
but he continued. After doing so, he looked up to check himself out in the mirror. To his horror, he couldn't SEE the mirror. It hung, above him. He then looked
down at himself. His clothes hung on him as if he were a child wearing his fathers suit. Arms out-stretched, hands covered by his sleeves, his head began to spin.
He didn't know WHAT to do. He couldn't go back to work like this, and certainly couldn't exit through the restaraunt. He decided to climb out the window. As he
propped his tiny, muscular form on top of the toilet, and scurried out the bathroom window, his shoes fell off. This was going to be an embaressing ordeal.