At the moment, the quarter-inch tall scientist is atop Corby's shoe, trying to make his way across the vast stretch of tough fabric.
"If I can get to his sock," the tiny man grunted, "that should make climbing easier."
The waiter's motion, however, complicated matters. Determined not to be thwarted, the bug-sized man lurched across the shoe, finally reaching a wall of white cotton. He threw himself toward the wall, finding handholds in the knotted cotton fabric of the socks. Climbing this vertical surface proved even easier than he had hoped. Surrounding him was the interior fabric of Corby's pants that wrapped around the youth's leg.
Mr. Smith surprised himself with the ease of his climb, but eventually the sock ended and he came to a halt near Corby's powerful calf muscles. Fortunately for the little climber, Corby's leg offered plenty of hairs to use to continue his ascent. He worried that this mode of ascent might trigger some sort of reaction from Corby if the gigantic waiter felt an itch as Mr. Smith climbed from hair to hair.
"It's a risk I've got to take," the tiny man decided, reaching for a nearby hair as he kept pulling himself higher.
When the titan moved, the tiny man forced himself to hold securely to a hair and wait for an opportune moment. It made progress slower, but he rose higher on the leg until he passed Corby's knee.
The shrunken scientist didn't look forward to the next stage of his climb. He decided that a quick passage over the titan's thighs and past his underwear would serve him well.
"Just need to get to his shirt," Bryan decided and kept climbing.
Meanwhile, Corby leaned over one of the food prep bars in the restaurant's kitchen and spoke to one of his fellow waiters.
"Did you get that table of high school kids?" Corby asked.
"Yeah," Daniel answered, obviously not thrilled.
"Sucks to be you," Corby said. "Those guys never tip."
"What happened to that table of one?"
"Oh, you mean Mr. Smith?" Corby said. "He just disappeared. I guess something came up."
Bryan now entered the danger zone of Corby's boxers. The folds in the cloth offered a convenient way to continue his climb, but he was about to be thrown a curve.
"Well, bathroom break time," Corby told his co-worker. "I'll be back in 10 minutes."
"Just hurry up, and no jerking off," Daniel added.
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