Should I stay or should I go?
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
aerodeth
As you free-fell down for what seemed hours, and judging by Señor Gigante's size it probably was, endless amounts of thoughts popped into your mind. Mostly involve your demise. Of all the ways to die, youre gonna crammed into a giant guy's schlong and possibly crushed to death between the opening of his metallic mushroom-tip... wait a sec! His mushroom tip's made of metal?! "What in the fu-"
"Honey? Are you two done talking yet?"
Just then, you heard your wife's voice calling out to you (or at least you THINK it was!), and in a quick instant, Albert turned away from you, and you ended up getting a face full of dirt instead of a face full of man-steel!
"OOMPH!!" yeah it hurt. But no more than your pride was.
But by the time you lifted your face off the ground, you saw the shocked expression on your colossal wife's face as she stared in the direction of you and the even more colossal gay doctor! Even the maids were giving off shocked expressions as they whispered stuff to eachother in their native language.
"WHA....." Angela stuttered, possibly trying to find the right words to say, "...WHA...WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"
"A-Angela!" you started racing toward your wife as the 'kind-hearted' doc zipped up his pants, "we gotta get outta here, he-"
"I've been trying to tell you!" Albert got all defensive at you for some reason, "I am not gay!"
"Wait what?"
"Kindly refrain from putting your hands on me like again!" he feigned an angry glare at you, "especially after saying those harsh things about your wife!"
WHAT?! "What?! I never-"
"What was he just saying, doctor?!" Angela asked Albert.
"Angela, I didnt say anything! He-"
"He said you were a cruel, bitter, and cold-hearted woman," he answered her, "he even attempted to bribe me about having you killed so he wouldnt have to deal with you anymore..."
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?!" you roared at the lying bastard, "HE was the one who said those things!" Unfortunately, she didnt believe you.
"So that's what you really thought about me?" Angela started shedding a tear, "after all those years I've been there for you, took care of you, bared your two children, even made absolutely sure the neighbor's pets wouldnt eat you?!"
"Angela, you gotta believe me. I never-"
"I'm leaving," she marched out the gate, "you can walk home for all I care. Dont expect to see us when you get back!"
"ANGELA!!" Too late... she jumped in the car, turned on the ignition, and drove the hell off. You were all alone... except for the twin maids who no doubt spoke any words of English, and the giant mad doctor, who just officially screwed your life over. Like I said, you were all alone.
"Heheheheh...Hahahahaha!!!" Albert put a hand in front of his glasses, tilted his head back, and starting cracking up, "AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! No wonder the book club's thinking of voiding her membership. I pity anyone masochistic enough to be around a girl so gullible... No offense, Steven!"
You werent mad. Youre were flamin' P'Oed! If there was a can-opener around, you'd be twisting the bastard's metal-tip off by now!
"You...you... you... heartless, spineless, dickless, Kevorkian-worshipping, rainbow-flag raising, HOMEWRECKING OGRE!!!" that was the best thing you could come up with to describe the creep!
As predicted, Albert wasnt the least bit phased by your outburst. Even the maids were snickering to themselves, possibly insulting your size and race under their breath!
"Tsk tsk tsk," he waved his finger from up high, "calm yourself, Stephen. High blood pressure is usually the first sign of many fatal illnesses."
You wanted to explode, but it wouldnt solve a damn thing in your position. You just clenched your fists and gritted your teeth as you tried thinking of what to do...
All the while, Mr. Gigante pulled out another cigarette and started smoking it, "I gave you an incredible once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You couldve had anything in the world. We were like birds of a feather. Together, we couldve made such benefits to humankind with our combined knowledge of horrible unfair illnesses. But you had to squander it... for a woman who loved you as much as I love this goddamn syndrome of mine!"
"I hope you grow 'til the sun burns off that thick skull of yours!" you snap at him, "no matter what you do to me, fact the cold hard fact that I'll never love you! I'd sooner bang one of your inbred maids than EVER sharing the same bed with a psychotic like you!"
He was sucking on that cigarette a lot harder than usual! You musta hit a nerve! Now you can die with a smile on your face. He tossed that cigarette a mile (LITERALLY, a mile!), before adjusting his glasses a little and glaring down at you.
"Well then, Señor McMinor," his voice got incredibly cold, "as luck may have it, no one is forcing you stay. If you wish to leave and never come back, by all means do so." You wouldnt stay any longer on a bet! The gates were left open, so you more than happily darted out...
"BUT before you go..." you stopped in place when he continued, "...perhaps you care to be my little 'test specimen' for a while."
"Go fuck yourself," was all you had to say about that. But that didnt wipe the eerie grin forming on his face.
"Oh, I think you might want to listen, Stephen," he grinned wider as he pulled out that little bottle of liquid stuff he sprayed you with earlier, "you see, this special liquid of mine doesnt just cause amnesia... it also acts as a blood thinner and numbing agent to the immune system, which softens the 'invulnerable' cells of SMS, leaving your frail little body very vulnerable to outside interference for about 24 hours."
Despite his sciency mumbo-jumbo, you knew exactly what he was getting at, "...YOU.... YOU MEAN..."
"That's right!" Albert smiled, "for the next 24 hours, if something bad were to happen you during your little escape, say getting crushed, chewed, run over, you know, THAT kind of stuff... YOU WOULD DIE." ...Die?! If you leave his mansion and something were to happen to you within a whole day, you could die?! Sure, you been through hell and back many times due of your small stature, but to think that you'll actually DIE if something like that were to happen to you happen to you again... safe to say, it was kinda scary!
Albert shrugged his arms, "Eh, what can I say? I'm a real bitch when I want to be! However... you can also choose to stay here for the night. I'm sure one of my precious 'inbred' maids will be more than generous to lend you a little hamster cage to sleep in. However, by choosing to stay until the 24 hour period is over... you agree to volunteer being my little test-subject in a little experiment I've been working on for many years..."
Ouch. So if you stay, youre gonna be his guinea pig for whatever godforsaken science project he's working on! Yeah... that sounds MUCH better!
"So which will it be?" he finally gives you the choice, "which choice truly drives you? Will you flee and put your life in total peril... or will you stay and be part of the greatest experiment known to mankind?"
"Honey? Are you two done talking yet?"
Just then, you heard your wife's voice calling out to you (or at least you THINK it was!), and in a quick instant, Albert turned away from you, and you ended up getting a face full of dirt instead of a face full of man-steel!
"OOMPH!!" yeah it hurt. But no more than your pride was.
But by the time you lifted your face off the ground, you saw the shocked expression on your colossal wife's face as she stared in the direction of you and the even more colossal gay doctor! Even the maids were giving off shocked expressions as they whispered stuff to eachother in their native language.
"WHA....." Angela stuttered, possibly trying to find the right words to say, "...WHA...WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"
"A-Angela!" you started racing toward your wife as the 'kind-hearted' doc zipped up his pants, "we gotta get outta here, he-"
"I've been trying to tell you!" Albert got all defensive at you for some reason, "I am not gay!"
"Wait what?"
"Kindly refrain from putting your hands on me like again!" he feigned an angry glare at you, "especially after saying those harsh things about your wife!"
WHAT?! "What?! I never-"
"What was he just saying, doctor?!" Angela asked Albert.
"Angela, I didnt say anything! He-"
"He said you were a cruel, bitter, and cold-hearted woman," he answered her, "he even attempted to bribe me about having you killed so he wouldnt have to deal with you anymore..."
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?!" you roared at the lying bastard, "HE was the one who said those things!" Unfortunately, she didnt believe you.
"So that's what you really thought about me?" Angela started shedding a tear, "after all those years I've been there for you, took care of you, bared your two children, even made absolutely sure the neighbor's pets wouldnt eat you?!"
"Angela, you gotta believe me. I never-"
"I'm leaving," she marched out the gate, "you can walk home for all I care. Dont expect to see us when you get back!"
"ANGELA!!" Too late... she jumped in the car, turned on the ignition, and drove the hell off. You were all alone... except for the twin maids who no doubt spoke any words of English, and the giant mad doctor, who just officially screwed your life over. Like I said, you were all alone.
"Heheheheh...Hahahahaha!!!" Albert put a hand in front of his glasses, tilted his head back, and starting cracking up, "AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! No wonder the book club's thinking of voiding her membership. I pity anyone masochistic enough to be around a girl so gullible... No offense, Steven!"
You werent mad. Youre were flamin' P'Oed! If there was a can-opener around, you'd be twisting the bastard's metal-tip off by now!
"You...you... you... heartless, spineless, dickless, Kevorkian-worshipping, rainbow-flag raising, HOMEWRECKING OGRE!!!" that was the best thing you could come up with to describe the creep!
As predicted, Albert wasnt the least bit phased by your outburst. Even the maids were snickering to themselves, possibly insulting your size and race under their breath!
"Tsk tsk tsk," he waved his finger from up high, "calm yourself, Stephen. High blood pressure is usually the first sign of many fatal illnesses."
You wanted to explode, but it wouldnt solve a damn thing in your position. You just clenched your fists and gritted your teeth as you tried thinking of what to do...
All the while, Mr. Gigante pulled out another cigarette and started smoking it, "I gave you an incredible once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You couldve had anything in the world. We were like birds of a feather. Together, we couldve made such benefits to humankind with our combined knowledge of horrible unfair illnesses. But you had to squander it... for a woman who loved you as much as I love this goddamn syndrome of mine!"
"I hope you grow 'til the sun burns off that thick skull of yours!" you snap at him, "no matter what you do to me, fact the cold hard fact that I'll never love you! I'd sooner bang one of your inbred maids than EVER sharing the same bed with a psychotic like you!"
He was sucking on that cigarette a lot harder than usual! You musta hit a nerve! Now you can die with a smile on your face. He tossed that cigarette a mile (LITERALLY, a mile!), before adjusting his glasses a little and glaring down at you.
"Well then, Señor McMinor," his voice got incredibly cold, "as luck may have it, no one is forcing you stay. If you wish to leave and never come back, by all means do so." You wouldnt stay any longer on a bet! The gates were left open, so you more than happily darted out...
"BUT before you go..." you stopped in place when he continued, "...perhaps you care to be my little 'test specimen' for a while."
"Go fuck yourself," was all you had to say about that. But that didnt wipe the eerie grin forming on his face.
"Oh, I think you might want to listen, Stephen," he grinned wider as he pulled out that little bottle of liquid stuff he sprayed you with earlier, "you see, this special liquid of mine doesnt just cause amnesia... it also acts as a blood thinner and numbing agent to the immune system, which softens the 'invulnerable' cells of SMS, leaving your frail little body very vulnerable to outside interference for about 24 hours."
Despite his sciency mumbo-jumbo, you knew exactly what he was getting at, "...YOU.... YOU MEAN..."
"That's right!" Albert smiled, "for the next 24 hours, if something bad were to happen you during your little escape, say getting crushed, chewed, run over, you know, THAT kind of stuff... YOU WOULD DIE." ...Die?! If you leave his mansion and something were to happen to you within a whole day, you could die?! Sure, you been through hell and back many times due of your small stature, but to think that you'll actually DIE if something like that were to happen to you happen to you again... safe to say, it was kinda scary!
Albert shrugged his arms, "Eh, what can I say? I'm a real bitch when I want to be! However... you can also choose to stay here for the night. I'm sure one of my precious 'inbred' maids will be more than generous to lend you a little hamster cage to sleep in. However, by choosing to stay until the 24 hour period is over... you agree to volunteer being my little test-subject in a little experiment I've been working on for many years..."
Ouch. So if you stay, youre gonna be his guinea pig for whatever godforsaken science project he's working on! Yeah... that sounds MUCH better!
"So which will it be?" he finally gives you the choice, "which choice truly drives you? Will you flee and put your life in total peril... or will you stay and be part of the greatest experiment known to mankind?"
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