A Little Trouble

“Go away,” I shouted. A tiny man zipped through the air and zapped me with his tiny weapon. “This is getting annoying,” I shouted. I swatted at him. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a can of hair spray. I sprayed it all over the tiny man and his flying suit stopped working. He fell to the table and tried to radio for help. “Houston, send back up. I couldn’t capture the giant from Venus,” he said. “I don’t think so,” I said and smashed the tiny man. I turned around to see a hundred more tiny suited men.