You can't even begin to fathom how or why you are now only 2" and naked, but you need help. You instinctively want to yell up to whoever you can to get help but then start thinking about your situation a little more carefully. Looking up at the terrifying beast, you flashback to wrestling matches in which he tore about other beefy wrestlers and seemed to enjoy every minute. Would he actually help a 2" man, or torture/squash you? You are scared shitless at the sight of this man-mountain and have no idea what to do. At least you recognize the bull in front of you. Maybe this will help to get him on your side. You have always admired (well that and feared)...