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Norman likes, sometimes, to think he's clever. Like he has been all today, in fact. After last night's visit to the Sanctuary, the exposure to that Nexus... thing... (He refuses to use the term 'LOL.' It's undignified.) that shrunk him to four inches high, he obviously wasn't happy. Especially considering his interview with a certain news network, today. But with a few strings pulled, he managed to come up with what is, he thinks, a marvelously easy solution -- just get hold of a few Pym particles, enough to restore him to his usual size, and it's all taken care of, easy as pie.
Until later tonight, anyway, quite a few hours after his interview. When, working late on a few contracts, looking over a few press releases... he feels something wrench. As the Nexus-originated effect wears off... and Norman suddenly finds himself a twenty-four-foot-tall man, in an office designed for a 6-foot-tall one.
The birds in the cage hanging in his office, blind though they are, flutter and make noises in protest at the sudden disturbance -- the tilting of their cage, the enraged scream that shakes the pictures on the walls.
And Norman... well. Not so clever after all, is he?
Until later tonight, anyway, quite a few hours after his interview. When, working late on a few contracts, looking over a few press releases... he feels something wrench. As the Nexus-originated effect wears off... and Norman suddenly finds himself a twenty-four-foot-tall man, in an office designed for a 6-foot-tall one.
The birds in the cage hanging in his office, blind though they are, flutter and make noises in protest at the sudden disturbance -- the tilting of their cage, the enraged scream that shakes the pictures on the walls.
And Norman... well. Not so clever after all, is he?