Hello my name is Melvin and I am from Mars. I am chewing on a hotdog while walking with my best friend, Bob the fishdog. It is a sunny Friday afternoon and I am being so careful not to be stepped on because I am 5cm tall and 60 years old.
“I hope we find the ingredients to create the potion that will make me tall,” I gasp.
“Why can’t you just get someone to stretch you?” Bob replies sarcastically. I am stunned because my friend is not being supportive.
I take out my Mone and search on MarsTube how to stretch myself using a rolling pin.
Bob is disgusted as he rolls his fish eyes at me.
“Did you actually believe me? I was just being sarcastic. Why are you so gullible?” asks Bob.
“I-I-I was just like, you know, j-j-just checking, just checking how to be tall,” I stutter.
Eventually, I find all the ingredients I need and make the potion. I leave the potion to set overnight.
However, Bob accidentally drinks it before it is finished setting. Bob’s paws start stretching, his legs start growing and growing until he was 30m tall. He is so tall that he breaks the roof off the house.
I wake up and run to see what is happening. I laugh when I see Bob, and Bob giggles back.
I stop laughing as I feel half of my face starting to burn. When I turn around, I see Bob laughing out fire. . .
