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SELECT YOUR DESTINY BOOK #7 - ALIEN INVASION!


Panic starts to take over. It dawns on you that maybe you should've had a backup plan for shrink gun mishaps. Oh, if only you had paid the shrinking insurance! Too late for that now, though. You've got to come up with a way to get out of the hole you've dug for yourself. Metaphorically, that is. Luckily, you've managed to avoid falling in any actual holes. Anyway, there's no one in here to help you, so logically, the best place to find help would be outside.

You set for the door. After about twenty minutes of walking (if only you'd shrunk your watch, too), you realize that this may be a bit more of a challenge than first it seemed. Let's see, the door was roughly thirty feet from the table, with a flight of stairs in the middle, and you're roughly 1/1000th your original size, so... damn, if only you'd shrunk a calculator, you'd be able to see just how screwed you really are. Wait, that's it: your watch also had a calculator in it! And a pedometer, too, so you could check how many itsy-bitsy steps you've taken in your miniature quest. More importantly, it has a fairly loud alarm. With your reduced size, you could climb inside the watch, yank out some of the circuitry, and wire it into the bullhorn you keep in the lab to announce all your scientific findings. Even better, you still have an old corded telephone on that same table (if a rival scientist makes a big discovery, you'd a length of wire to "persuade" him to let you take the credit for it), so you can use that curly cord as a ladder.

After twenty minutes of backtracking to the table and a grueling climb up the cord, you're ready to put your plan into action. The work goes by fairly quickly, and only towards the end does it occur to you that you might be able to knock the phone off the hook and call for help. You decide against it, as a story about rewiring will make you sound much more creative when you tell your kids about the time you accidentally shrunk yourself. At any rate, you complete the rewiring and prepare to fire it up. One small step for man, you smugly think to yourself. You hit the trigger, and it works. Boy, does it work!

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

You're not sure how long the beeping went on, as the first blast deafened you, and softened up your ribs quite a bit. Well, at least the breeze at your back is refreshing, almost enough so to distract you from the fact that you've just been blown off the table and are plummeting dozens of inches to your doom. Fortunately, with a little effort, you manage to steer your flight so that you land in a crack in the floor, hidden so that no one will find your shrunken body and know of the terribly stupid thing that you did.

START OVER, SHRINKY DINK!!!


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