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You slowly made your way to her shoe, and climbed up the front. Luckily the grooves in the sole and the stitching on the front made the climb easy. ”DONNA!” You yelled, jumping up and down and waving your hands in the air.

Her eyes slowly turned to you.

“Holy shit!” She murmured, startled. Her gigantic fingers quickly knocked you off her shoe.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry!” She said, clearly still in disbelief. You were impressed that even though she sent you flying, you oddly felt no pain from the crash landing. Even though you’d learned through Dr. Wright’s experiments you were pretty durable, you had still expected the fall to hurt.

“This isn’t real,” she mumbled, the half smoked cigarette bobbing in her lips. “There is not a tiny naked man on the ground…”

Her hand slowly reached for you in disbelief…