“Wait, wait, you’re gonna make us even tinier?!” Susumu started to panic. If she had been more than a few inches tall, she would’ve smacked the gun away from him. “We need to be bigger, not smaller!”
“No, no,” the Repairman hastily explained, “It had a reverse function…”
He kept digging, trying to find the accursed thing.
“…at least, it does if I didn’t smelt the thing for extra material…”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 