The colossal man's work boots stomped down with such force that the helpless, shrunken scientist could easily have erroneously concluded he was in the midst of a violent earthquake.
The one shred of luck on his side was that the exterminator avoided his spot on the floor and stepped toward the refrigerator, using one muscular arm to effortlessly swing open the door on the fridge.
"What the hell's he doing now?" Tiny Mr. Smith watched and wondered.
The titan removed an enormous dark bottle. It looked unreal in the guy's enormous hand.
The tiny scientist watched as the exterminator screwed the lid off the beer bottle and took a long drink.
The little man also realized this was his best chance to get himself out of harm's way. With the giant's attention occupied, he sprinted across the floor toward the distant baseboards that trimmed the bottom of the kitchen walls.
He hadn't gone far when something else unexpected happened...
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