<span style="font-style: italic">I guess I <span style="font-weight: bold">should</span> be happy I got hired at all, but man, this isn't the kind of job I was expecting.</span><br/><br/>As the young and newly reduced-in-size college student surveyed the massive workplace he had found himself in, he began to feel a tad... Nervous. And who could blame him? At this size, the "pets" could make a meal of him, the customers might flatten him underfoot, or any number of untold things might happen. He swallowed hard, feeling the lump in your throat that most children get when they are sad or cry a lot. However, he wasn't going to just sit in some science lab or hospital and be taken care of his whole life. He would rather "live" than "survive", and "Living" meant having a job. He would find a way to live, or he would not survive, simply put. His blue, bespectacled gaze swept across the mammoth hallways  which seemed to stretch on like infinite corridors of well-lit, pleasantly artificial civilization. A sigh followed, and he began his venture further into the pet store, unsure of what awaited him - and who all might be around.<br/><br/>"A pet store, huh?" He said, his voice lost to all but himself or any nearby individuals with a sharper-than-human sense of hearing.<br/><br/>"It'll be... interesting, to say the least."