Xander slowly gets up. "Did anyone get the the number of that train?"
Spike, lying next to him, has already gotten up.
"Umm, boy, I don't think we are in Kansas no more."
Xander looks around. "Did we get teleported somewhere or somethin? Because, well, that would be kind of cool and HOLY CRAP!" Xander finally notices where he is. He is in front of the counter of the magic box, that rises into the distance to the point where he cannot see the top. "We're freakin' ants!" Xander exclaims.
"No shit, sherlock. Now if you don't mind, how bouts' we find the three pricks who did this and find a way to reverse this, and maybe kill em'. Maybe not in that order." said Spike,as he notices the three on the floor 100 feet from them.They run over to them.
They are just waking up. Xander asks, "So, idiots, how do we make it so that ladybugs can't kick our asses?"
"Talk, you lot, or I'll drain you dry." adds Spike.
"We, umm, never thought we would have to unshrink any thing, so the gun wasn't designed to do that. Plus, I believe that it has disintergrated."
"Well, you idiot better think of something soon, or..." Xander's comeback is interrupted by a loud noise in the distance. The door to the Magic Box opens, and in walks the incomprehensibly large figures of Buffy, Willow, and Dawn.
Xander,Spike,Warren,Andrew,and Jonathan all say the same thing, in unison.
"Oh, shit."
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