Stick to Ray Guns

By GirlX2

Little bit of a prequel-at least takes place before the Really Bad Stuff goes down in the Sing-Along Blog.

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"This is why I stick to ray guns." Dr. Horrible sighed. He was carrying on with his blog despite the…special circumstances he found himself in. "Needless to say, I won't be seeing her this week either."

The doctor motioned offscreen. "You can't see it, but there's an extremly impressive gas canister with a faulty nozzle letting the Horrible shrink-gas (patent pending) into my lair. And, while I'm understandably excited that it works…"

The doctor groaned as he shrank further into his labcoat. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was far from pleasant. It didn't look real cool either. Bad Horse would not be impressed.

"…I clearly have some bugs to work out." He was standing on tip-toe, but could barely see the webcam. He was about the size of a pre-schooler, and shinking quickly. If Moist didn't get back soon, he'd be in serious trouble.

"So, if this is my last blog, I just want to say…Somebody, if you find this stuff, give a bunch of it to that giant tool Captain Hammer, so I can kick his ass all over the micro-verse."

He reached out and shut the webcam off, jumping to hit the button, not a second too soon. He started to shrink again. A few moments later found him the size of a Ken doll. He fumbled for the neckhole of his labcoat, cursing under his breath. The gas was lighter than air, so at least he could't breathe anymore of it in.

At least, it was supposed to be lighter than air. The tiny doctor watched with dismay as the blue-ish vapor decended on him.

"No more gasses."

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Just a little idea I had. Might also explain where the 'terrorist' gas keeps coming from in my Lilliputian Syndrome stories...;)