[Scene: Cozy living room, dim lights, horror movie blaring on TV. Thunder cracks outside. The regular-sized person—called Alex—is lounging on the couch, while their tiny roommate—Milo—is nervously darting around the popcorn bowl like it’s a minefield.]

Milo (shouting): “Did you see that?! The ghost ripped his head off! Why are we watching this again?!”

Alex (groaning): “Milo, it’s called Movie Night, not Scream Night. Can you please chill for five minutes?”

Milo (climbing up Alex’s arm dramatically): “Easy for you to say! You’re not fun-sized and vulnerable to being eaten by demonic dolls!”

Alex (raising an eyebrow): “You’re not in the movie, you’re in my apartment. The scariest thing in here is your noise level.”

[Cue another bloodcurdling scream from the TV. Milo leaps into the air, clings to Alex’s shirt.]

Milo: “Okay, nope. Nope. I officially hate this.”

Alex (sighing, deadpan): “That’s it. You asked for it.”

[Alex opens their mouth and casually scoops Milo up with one hand and holds them over his mouth.]