FlintoxWith the long silly circus clown act done, the clown cat went back to his tent after the show. Sighing, he slid out of his comically sized clown shoe and tilted it into his palm, out came a rude micro that heckled him during the show-
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If you are reading this YOU HAVE BEEN CURSED ! ! !
You have to email this message to FIVE of your friends to begin to break the curse or you SHRINK.
Your height is divided by your credit card pin number!!! Only way to stop it is by replying with the numbers on the front of the credit card!!!
"You need a cart for that?"
"Nah, I got it."
Grabbing the sides of the big, square, micro city habitat, the beaver hoisted it into his grip. Within the habitat, the denizens of the city saw their horizon be replaced with a mountain range of pecs pressed against the glass of the case.
"Something wrong, babe?" Her boyfriend asked.
Between the lion jock's fingers was the familiar face of the handsome corgi she'd had a guilty fling with yesterday, shrunken and taken in a frat-pledge trial as their toy for the night, squeaking at her pleadingly. "N-no." The doe replied.
Chaos erupted as the possum witch grew in the tower's peak, the adventurers sent to banish her scrambling to flee the tower before her expanding frame crushed it, the result of the witch mistakenly casting a growth spell instead of a shrink spell... and the paladin reflecting it back.
Noises in the bank lock-box drew the mouse's notice. He peeked past the lid to see a micro-sized thief, cowering among his jewelry.
Scoffing, he shut the lid, turning to the teller without giving away the intruder. "Sign this out for me. I want to try out some of my... baubles tonight."
A shadow fell over the town, cast by the boot of the massive coyote outlaw it belonged to, poised to end the whole town in a single step. The criminal eyed the tiny bank in fingers with a grin, stolen from the tiny town. "Next time-" The boot began to lower. "Get a bigger town."
The ram focused on the puny vessel slowly moving past his glasses, coming from one of the many micro civilization habitats on the station. His sigh disrupted their course slightly. "I don't care how much time it saves." The federation clerk grumbled. "My office is not a shipping lane."
"Your honor, as you can see the prosecution is unable to-" The sharply dressed cougar quickly stamped the ground, pinning the shrunken, cloaker deprived prosecutor under his shoe before they could reach the judge."-even lay accusations towards my client. I move to dismiss the case!"
"B-but you see-I-I'm not actually a borrower! I'm a uh--regular sized person!"
The taller borrower stared down at the scrawny wolf he'd found alone and nude on the dangerous open floor. He shook his head and laughed. "Good one. Been a while since I heard that one." The badger chuckled.