Big stuff, big stuff, everywhere, no small things in sight

Out of the brown coat, white shirt, blue jeans, and fedora pile crawls a small Syrian Hamster,and it makes some what must be angry hamster noises. The hamster (which must still be Jennifer) comes over and bites you.

The whole world stops for a moment.

Everything starts getting bigger. Your camera becomes a swinging wrecking ball, almost hitting you as the room continues growing bigger. You feel fur, like needles, pushing through you skin, sprouting. Your ears move farther up your head, you look in a mirror and see you eyes start filling black, the eyes of a hamster. Whiskers sprout out under your nose, your toes turn bright pink, you are forced onto your hands and knees (well, paws) and something pokes out of you back, and you are a hamster, and eveything is big and scary.

A second mind, a hamster's mind, sets in and your first instinct in this big scary place is to...

Written by The Brilliant Dr. Garfield

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