Now what to do?

"There's no way i'm leaving here without you changing me back Maroo!" you yell in your new high pitched scream. "Listen to me," says Maroo "I can't do any thing for you now, the machine's busted and all of the antidotes are smashed. Look for yourself!" Behind you in a pile of sparks and metal are a variety of syringes, all smashed and their contents littered across the floor. "Now you have enough money," continues Maroo "Do whatever teenagers do. You're not that bad looking in this new form, I want to help you but I can't." You wail in frusteration. "Change me back you bitch! I can't live like this! I'm not leaving!" Maroo sighs, like he's going through a lot of pain in his decision. "If you don't leave now i'm going to have to make you leave." He walks over and grabs you by the shoulders and turns you to the door. You struggle, but you are no match and he handles you with ease. You swing your fist down and land it between his legs. He quickly lets go and falls to the ground holding his crotch. You kick him repeatedly, releasing all of your built up anger. You kick him so hard that he stumbles back wards, falling onto the sparking remains of the machine. Pain fills in his eyes as he stands up and looks at his back. 3 syringes are jutting out of it, their contents already in his bloodstream. Maroo stumbles and collapses at your feet and remains still. After a minute or two he begins to shake violently and his body begins to morph.

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