You, Martha Fishburne's assistant, have been helping her throughout the presidential election process, but ever since her opponent, Mr. Frank, has been rising in the popularity polls Mrs. Fishburne has been stressing. She claims she doesn't have any time to destress, so she's been going to more... immediate solutions.

Stress relieving drugs, usually prescribed by less than reputable doctors, and when one doctor came with the 'solution drug', Mrs. Fishburne didn't refuse.

You walked in on her with the empty syringe already injected into her arm, you rush over to her, she's clearly ecstatic from the drug,

Mrs. Fishburne: "This totally works, I am relaxed and raring to go!"

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Suddenly, Mrs. Fishburne seems to grow a foot taller, still relaxed, but a bit concerned. She stares at the scientist who made the drug,

Mrs. Fishburne: "Wait... what are the effects of this drug?"

Scientist: "Let's just say... you'll be much larger than any problems that could come your way!"

After that cryptic message from the scientist, Mrs. Fishburne grows even taller,

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She's about 14 feet tall now,

Mrs. Fishburne: "It feels great! But... when does it stop?"

Scientist: "About... 100 feet tall?"

Mrs. Fishburne: "What?!"