Sometimes when I get irritated at tinys, I have to let my stomach do the talking Your step-mom Sydney comes home and can’t seem to find you. Shes calling out and walking through the house and suddenly hears your voice from the kitchen but it’s so faint.. she walks in to find that you’ve somehow managed to transform yourself into nothing more than a little sausage sitting on a plate. What did you do?! She exclaims. One of your experiments went wrong again, didn’t it? You’re arguing with her about what to do next.. she says she’s going to have to get help since she doesn’t know anything about this stuff! You tell her no and start getting angry at her and yelling. This only manages to anger your step-mom who now looks at your pathetic little shriveled sausage body and says that’s it she’s had enough! What does she mean?.. She says she’s tired of all your yelling and never liked the way you treated her, and actually she’s feeling a bit hungry right now so she might just take this opportunity to get two birds with one stone! Yes, you just look so tasty! Before you know it your step-mom is slathering you with mayo and ketchup, her stomach growling.. will she go through with it and eat her tiny little shrunken step-son??