Hello, my name is Peter and well I'm what you would call a little. Now I'm sure most of you already know what that means and some are probably like how can a little operate in society. Well, the answer is simple, we have two parts of us. One that is big and able to handle the real world and one that is little and acts as a stress reliever. Now I'm sure you're not here to hear me rant on and on, no you're here to hear the fantastic tale Peter L. Kamb. Well then let me tell you, it all started on a warm autumn day. The air was crisp, the water was splashing about and I. Well I was in the middle of trying to invent something extraordinary.

I want you to imagine a camera panning up to a normal-sized man about 170 cm, sitting on a bench. This man has dirty blond hair, brown eyes, a pointed chin and looks like he could be a supermodel. Now that man is currently working on sliding plates, these are octagonal plates that stack on top of each other only 12 centimeters thick each. But when a button on the top one is pressed they all slide out into a shield each plate connecting until they have all connected. Or at least that's what it would do if he could get it to work.

"Knock, Knock" May I come In Mr. Kamb?" A young secretary asks outside a glass door as the man she's talking to sits at a bench working with tools strung about.

"Oh, Cindy come in I could use a break." The man that was sitting on the bench working said as he started putting down the tools that were in his hands.

"Mr. Kamb I need you to sign these papers for the art show next week. They need you to promise that you will be there." The assistant said with one of those looks like, oh my god my shift ends in like 5 minutes please hurry this up.

"Ok, ok, I get it they are being overly worried. Now tell me, Cindy, how goes the purchasing of my new workshop?" The man asked without even looking up from the clipboard.

"Well besides the fact that there is a bunch of delinquents sitting inside claiming the space for, and excuse my french, the liberal bike gage of the total republic." Now this time the man couldn't help but crack up laughing.

"Wait are you serious that's their name? Oh my god haha. Ok, ok the moment you get the building title all signed and done call the police. I'm sure the name break some sort of law." He said with a smile and slight chuckling.

"Right away sir." The assistant said in a very monotone voice as she left the room. With that, the man got up from his work and headed out leaving the whole work atmosphere behind, and instead went home to his huge house. Now as I got home everything began to feel very lonely I mean how would you feel if you went home every day to nothing? Anyway, as soon as I got home that night from work I went into my room took a shower, ate and went to bed. This had been my routine for the last year. It was driving me crazy. I needed some way to relieve the stress.

Now as I told you in the beginning, I am a little and I was then, so why didn't I just let little me out and enjoy my night? Well, I'm sure most of you know what it's like to not have a caretaker. It sucks and drains from the experience, and that's why instead I got into really fast cars. I mean come on, what's the worst that could happen? That right there is where our story truly begins on a midnight drive in one of the fastest cars in the world and a man that was falling victim to the most common symptoms of being a little.

Losing control to our little side.

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