"After I opened that door, I found that my body had changed. I became very small, while everything else seemed to become huge. My hands turned into C-shapes, and my head became a cylinder, just like those common building blocks..."
Steve took a deep breath, his memories gradually returning to the moment he pushed open the door.
The moment Steve walked in, he felt dazed. Then he realized that his point of view had lowered. Looking down, he saw that his body had turned into blocks.
Only then did he recall the shape of the doorknob he had twisted. He shrugged and said, "All right, a Lego minifigure. I've played with those too."
When the hazy light before him faded, he found himself in a brightly lit Shop. Steve wandered through it with great interest, examining the shelves made of tiny blocks and the merchandise displayed on them.
It was an incredibly novel experience. He had never seen the world as a Lego minifigure before. But the pleasant moment soon ended when Steve suddenly heard a shrill scream.
He reflexively rolled on the spot and ducked behind a large shelf. Then came a bang of gunfire, followed by a voice with an exaggerated accent. "Hand over all your money, right now! You don't want to get shot!"
Steve poked his head out and saw a robber pointing a gun at the convenience store boss. He was about to rush out and stop him, but then he glanced down at his C-shaped hands, which had no fingers at all. Looking around, he spotted a mop in the corner of the store.
At the convenience store counter, the robber pointed his gun at the boss and said, "I'm from Texas, so you'd better not mess with me! I've got an eight-hundred-acre farm