There were hundreds of tiny women crammed in the room, running the range between 3 and 9 inches tall, and they were pleading at the top of their voices (not that audible) to help them.
Jim turned to Sharon.
"What is going on here?" He asked.
"I don't know." Sharon said.
In retrospect, Jim found that he had been rude to talk as if the hundreds of women pleading for their lives weren't even there.
"What should we do?" Jim asked.
"I don't know what to do!" Sharon responded.
Jim looked down at the tiny women pleading and begging for him to rescue them and save them.
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