Ethan's mind was racing a million miles an hour. Unable to tear his eyes from the device, he couldn't help but think of all of the things he could do with it. Glenn was great and all, but he just got in the way. No, the stallion wanted this power all to himself. And he was accustomed to getting his way.
Yawning widely, the stallion stretched as best as the confines of Glenn's car would allow. "You know," he said, "that sounds great. Super fun. But I've had a crazy day and I'm wiped out. Rain check? I'll be much more fun once I've had a little bit of shut-eye,"
"You can sleep on the plane!" Glenn protested. "C'mon, man,"
"I've never understood how people can sleep on flights," Ethan shook his head, palming the device into his trousers pocket. "Tell you what. Do me a huge favor. Lemme grab a solid night's sleep at home, then show up tomorrow and we'll head out, okay? We can get our Godzilla on or shrink down the thing and put it in a bottle, or whatever the hell you have planned. But I can promise you I won't be any fun running on absolutely no sleep. I, for one, don't want to be a buzzkill. Come on, bro, just do me a solid here,"
Ethan grinned winningly at his old pal, pantomiming slipping the device back into the glove compartment and shutting it with a click. The raccoon groaned loudly but nodded.
"Alright, fine," he growled, turning the keys in the ignition. "Be lame like that. But you better not whine when I show up at your place at oh dark thirty tomorrow!"
"Of course not," Ethan chuckled. "Wouldn't miss this chance for the world,"
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Ethan sat on the edge of the motel room bed, staring at the device as he shifted it between his hands. He couldn't believe Glenn had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Nobody could pull a fast one on the raccoon in the boardroom, but apparently all it took to trick him outside work was a little sleight of hand, and fairly poor sleight of hand at that.
Almost as soon as Glenn had dropped Ethan off at his apartment did the stallion head out on his own to a small, dingy motel on the outskirts of town. He figured it would only be a matter of time before Glenn realized his device was missing, and he didn't want to be home when the undoubtedly furious raccoon showed up there.
Fiddling with the device, Ethan wiped the perspiration from his brow. It had been a hot day, and the motel room was poorly ventilated. He'd stripped down to his boxer-briefs and wife-beater, but that hadn't done all that much to mitigate the heat.
The device slipped in Ethan's sweaty hand and his finger hit the trigger. He jumped a little as a pale white particle beam shot out, hitting the bedside table. A fraction of a second later, the piece of furniture was no larger than a matchbox. The Size Modulator slipped through Ethan's finger's as he crossed towards the minuscule bedside table. Stooping down, the stallion picked the table up, turning it this way and that.
"Holy shit, Glenn was right," Ethan said as the tiny alarm clock slipped off the table, plummeting towards the ground. "It really does work!"
Ethan looked back at the device on the floor, his pulse quickening. Dusting off his hands on his boxer-briefs, the stallion, snatched the Size Modulator off the ground and left the room through the sliding glass door at its rear. He walked a short distance away from the motel as he fiddled with the dials on the side of the device that he figured were in control of size modulation.
His heart racing, Ethan pointed the ray at himself and pulled the trigger. He seized up as the beam hit him in the chest. The device slipped through his fingers as Ethan began to grow to the towering height of...
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