I walk in to find you standing on my table, only 4 inches tall! I know that you're mad at me for having not gone through with the shrinking, I got cold feet. I ask you how it feels to be so tiny, but can't hear you so why don't you get on up in my hand. Don't be afraid of me! I mean, you're so cute when you're this teeny, tiny, itty bitty... Maybe I'll just take you home in my pocket and let you live in the dollhouse until the end of the 1 year contract! What else are you going to do for a year any, buddy?