Honey, I Shrunk the Egos

The Host then joined the story.

Mark was amusing himself by putting pressure on a specific point on Tyler's hand to make his thumb twitch. Tyler grunted, wrinkling up his nose. "Would you stop that?"

"No!" Mark laughed, pointing at Tyler's thumb. "Look at it go!"

"I could literally throw you out the window right now." Tyler reminded him.

"Boys!" Amy chuckled.

Kathryn shrugged. "I say let them go, and see how far it gets."

Mark chuckled, then suddenly jumped up, leaving Tyler's hand alone, finally. "Kathryn! Did you get a hold of Ethan?"

"Yeah." Kathryn tilted her head and leaned so she could see around the seat, to where Mark was. "He's headed to your place to check on Chica now."

"Good." Mark grinned, sitting down to relax.

"Cares about that mutt more than he does about us." Ed grunted.

"I think he even cares about her more than he does me." Amy pointed out.

"No I-" Mark started, then hesitated to think. "Mm, actually that might be true. Sorry hun." He grinned over at Amy.

"Hey, I love Chica more than I love you too, so it's fine." She smirked.

Mark laughed. "So do the fans."

Tyler nodded slightly, tilting his head a little. "Where are we going again?" He looked up, glancing out the window.

"The Host's house." Amy explained.

Mark nodded. "He should be in his home studio." He explained, jumping on the nerve that made Tyler's thumb twitch again.

"Stop it!" Tyler grunted.

"Never gets old." Mark chuckled.

The Host had indeed been in his home studio, conducting his radio show when the shrinking had begun. He largely ignored the process, as he was in the middle of a session he didn't want to cut short and shrinking was low on the list of strange things that had happened to him. As his face mask slipped down, he tore it off and tossed it to the floor. As he felt himself getting smaller, he stood up on his chair, changing settings as he went so his voice wouldn't be so inconsistent. Then as his clothes bagged, he climbed out of them and up on the desk. He ended the story a little abruptly as he realized his shrinking was getting faster and ended the show before he got too small. Then he simply sat on his desk, waiting until it stopped. He patted his hands over his body, and leaned over to place his hands on his microphone, using it to judge what size he was now. "The Host realized he had shrunk to about five inches." He muttered, then sat back. "He was now naked on his desk, and knew the others would come for him. They had also shrunk." He assumed. The Host got to his feet and made his way along his desk, finding a roll of masking tape he always kept with his other stationary. Sitting down, he slowly peeled at the edge and placed his feet against the roll, using all of his strength to pull a bit back. Grabbing a pair of scissors he awkwardly snipped the piece off. He folded the chunk in on itself, getting rid of the sticky edge completely, then tied it around his head in place of his mask. "The Host then hid his face again. Was he hiding a disfiguring injury to his eyes, or simply being mysterious? Only he would ever know." He babbled, walking back along the desk.

After adjusting a few settings for his microphone, through a series of voice commands, and key strokes, which he found rather difficult without being able to lay his hands out across the keyboard, the Host sat back and waited for the others to arrive.

Amy carried Mark, Tyler following her closely and Kathryn hanging back a little, carrying her box of egos. "Dirty Jim keeps touching me!" Dr. Iplier squealed.