You never appreciated how your wife did drugs. You would always lecture her about how it's bad for her health and she'd always brush off your concerns for her health. It did get annoying to her, so she started only doing it when you weren't around. One day, you ended up mysteriously shrunk to the size of an ant before work. You have no choice but to get your wife’s attention since she's works from home. You run to the living room, where you see she finished her work duties early. And she assumed you were still working, and since it was Friday, she decided to take a celebratory hit of her bong, which she had hid from you to avoid anymore lectures. You were mad she hid this from you, but it wasn't the time to be mad. You had to get her attention. Which wouldn't turn out well at all. As you get close to her feet, she notices you. She's already high, her eyes are red. She thinks her weed was stronger than she thought and she's hallucinating about you being tiny. So she picks you up and puts you on the coffee table, before propping her massive barefeet up in front of you. She thinks it's all in her head, she doesn't realize it's all real.

"Hey tiny bug... worship these feet of mine! And do a good job! Or else I'll step on you and make it hurt!" She takes another hit of her bong as she expectantly waits for you to start.