As you tiptoe across the table to watch TV with your giant step-dad, you spot a pack of cigarettes in his jacket pocket. You glare at him accusingly and he just rolls his eyes. "Yes, step-son. I started smoking again." He torches up a cigarette and blows smoke in your face. It's bad enough he shrunk you to tiny size. Now he wants to finish the job with second hand smoke? He comes up with all kinds of excuses - he's sooo stressed out, blah, blah, blah. He keeps blowing plumes of smoke directly in your face and they just about knock you down. Asshole.