The three of you make your way out of the backyard and down your front driveway, shrinking objects with just the power of your mind. Your mailbox disappears into grass below it, as well as your neighbors hedges, and their dog too. With each object shrunken, the three of you laugh hysterically.
On the sidewalk a kid on a tricycle comes pedalling toward you. The three of you move to the sides, grinning at each other, watching the kid as he thinks he will casually ride by. The instant he pedals between you, the three of you all hit him with your power at once. The kid and his tricycle vanish, and you look down at the sidewalk.
"Heh, found him!" Eric exclaims. He steps forward, lurching over something and looking down at it with a cruel jeer. In between his two feet is the little boy still on his tricycle, the size of a gnat, crying. Trapped in between Eric's two sneakers, the kid is terrified of the huge teenager smiling down at him like a giant out of the sky. Eric begins to lift one of his feet into the air and hovers it over the kid, its shadow enveloping his little figure entirely. Immediately, and before Eric can do anything, Jake yells "hey!" and the kid grows back to his normal size... right under Eric's foot. His growing form pushes Eric's foot back and causes him to tumble backward. You can't help but be amused at the sight of the two matching their powers, as the kid pedals away from his tormenters like crazy.
Brushing himself off, Eric says "I wasn't gonna stomp the kid really, I was just scaring him." You don't quite believe that, knowing how quick Eric is to crush any insect or fly that becomes bothersome to his immediate presence. Bored with their conversation, you look toward the road and get an idea. The road that your house is on is notorious for its speeders. The police don't patrol here on account of quiet this neighborhood is, so you decide it would be prudent to take matters into your own hands -- literally. Since the police don't ticket speeders here, you think it would be prudent to punish speeders yourself -- all while having some extra fun with this new power. You walk into road and wait by the side, casually watching the normal-speed cars glide by. For a few minutes you do this, altering little things here and there. You grow some old woman by an entire foot, and shrink some macho looking guy by another foot. Finally you here a "vroom" in the distance, someone accelerating as they turn a corner. You look down the road and see an open roof convertable sports car coming down the lane as fast as can be. He closes in, getting louder and louder, as you stand at the side of the road. Patiently you wait... and wait... and wait... until you dart out into the middle of the road as he is a mere 20 yards away. The driver puts on his brakes and his tires screech, the momentum of his car bringing him right toward you still, and then you turn on your power as he comes a scant few yards from hitting you! The sports car almost vanishes, leaving a visible trail of dust in the air... but you never lose sight of it. You look down at the ground and see the little open roof convertable car, perhaps an inch in length sliding on the smooth black pavement as it crashes its front end right under the toe of your right sneaker, where it lifts off the ground slightly. You feel it make a little tap on your foot. You stand there looking down at your foot, unwavering and unmoving. After a few seconds, the man who is driving the vehicle -- clearly the trendy type, wearing shades and a collar t-shirt -- opens the door of his little sports car and backs away from your looming sneaker, looking up at the sight of you and shaking uncontrollably. You give him the most pompous look of triumph as you can, before leaning down and opening your palm over him and clasping him inside. You lift him into the air with that hand, and move your foot side and pick his expensive little car up with your other hand. You rise to your full height and put your two hands out in front of you together, opening your palms so that the man can cross between your cupped hands to see his car in the other. As he begins to move toward his car, you close your fingers around the car in your other hand and make a loose fist. Immediately the man begins waving a "No" signal as he shifts his two open handed arms in front of him. Snickering, you tighten your first and hear an audible *crunch* as the little car in your other first is flattened. The guy puts his two hands over his head in grief, as you slowly open your palm and look down admirably at the utterly crushed car in your hand.
You pocket the little guy into the same pocket that holds Mike, wondering how he's enjoying his trip inside your shorts right now.
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