"You sure we got this right?" asks Rick dubiously. The two of them are sneaking back towards the school through deserted alleys. "I'm sure," Jim responded. "Don't worry, I know the math better than you do." Soon they return to the school, hoping to spot some cute girl for Jim to mess around with or some nasty bully for Rick. They are rewarded. Kicking a can around the empty basketball court is Mongo, the most brutal punk in the school. Mongo is 7'2, has a pink mohawk haircut, wears a leather jacket and tattered jeans. Mongo is the type who will beat up old ladies for their lunch money. Whatever that means.
"Let me at him!" Rick grabs the machine forcefully, sets it down, and begins typing. Mongo stiffens, glows yellow, and shrinks down to 1 foot tall. Rick runs up to the unmoving punk, and says to him, "Not so big are you now, tough guy?" Then Rick kicks him. Hard. And clutches his foot, screaming. Mongo just falls over and lies still.
Jim walks up and looks at him. Mongo still doesn't move. Cautiously, Jim tries to pick him up. And he can't, as the shrunken bully still weighs about 250 pounds. "Oops. Looks like we squashed him with a spatial trash compactor," comments Jim. "Oh no! now we're murderers too!" says the suddenly panicky Rick. "Nonsense." Jim begins to type in some stuff on the device. "All we have to do is reverse the process and he'll be good as new." Mongo glows yellow again and returns to normal size. But he still isn't moving.
"Still looks dead to me," says Rick. Jim once again approaches the prone figure cautiously, and then kneels down to check for a heartbeat. Except upon touching him, ex-Mongo disintegrates into a large pile of pink dust. "Now that's definitely not good," exclaims Rick.
"Oh well, at least nobody cares about Mongo, and I didn't turn some girl's breasts into a liquid or something," Jim comments. "Let's just get out of here and hope nobody noticed. This device definitely needs fixing."
Fri Oct 12 02:27:02 2001