get lost

You decide to give in and lean closer to the grate.

The little man lunges forward, and his hand shoots through a hole in the grate. He is holding a fake mustache, which he sticks under your nose. It curls around on the ends, like an potentially-offensive French stereotype (depending on the accompanying accent). You are very cultured, and do not acknowledge such things. You have a French friend! Well, half-French. His mother. His father is a mix of Dutch and German.

He works in an office building, doing something involving lots of files, and lots of flies.
He files the flies, by size.
He's a Fly-Size Filer.
While he'll never take the Fly Size Filers Prize,
he tries and tries to be one of the guys,
in all the Fly Size Filers eyes.

In any case, you find the situation extremely embarrassing, which immediately causes you to shrink yet again, to half your current size. Cumulatively, this is a quarter of your normal size. You have been keeping close track, because you will clearly need to purchase new clothes, and you do not like the workers at the clothing store touching you to get measurements. You were previously a size 10, so now you are a 2.5*.

The little man grabs your ankles and pulls you through the small hole in the grate. You tumble down on top of him.
What do you do? (you will have more options in the future, but for now you have fallen on a rusty nail and contracted a new form of tetanus that acts very quickly. if you don't like that, you also have hit your head on a steam pipe. you are welcome to choose from one of the following options, while we develop new technologies to assist you.)

1. die


* Who's my widdo baybee? Aw, ooh is my widdo baybee.

laura reimer