Your dad hurries out, calling instructions to his friends.
"Kyle's car, here's the map, I'm off."
Kyle grins, then stops. "I gotta piss," he says, and hurries off. James lays on the couch to nap, and Jason slugs you on the shoulder. It feels like you've been whacked with a bowling ball, but you stand your ground. Jason leaves for the car.
You walk towards the bathroom, then look furtively around. You produce the ray gun and rest your finger on a button. You point it at...
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