“This is not bloody funny,” Owen snapped, glaring down at the rest of the team from his lofty new height.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Jack grinned. “It makes a change from shrinking rays. Anyway, you should be happy; you’re not the shortest guy on the team anymore.”
“Although, you might have a bit of difficulty getting clothes to fit,” Tosh giggled. “And shoes.”
Ianto sighed and shook his head. “This is your own fault, Owen. Everyone knows you should never ask a wish machine to make you bigger without specifying exactly what you want to grow and by how much!”