"Let me get my little brother. He loves orange juice and I don't!" Turning his head towards his house, he then calls out, "Akamai! Come here, i've got something for ya!"
Looking at Makana with a concerned stare, you can't help but feel a little weird. "Are you sure? I mean, you're passing up the chance of a lifetime, and besides--"
Before you can finish, though, Makana has already run out the door. A few minutes later, he returns, with a twelve-year-old boy at his side. "What's up?" the younger boy says, looking back and forth between his brother and you with wide, excited eyes. The boy appears similarly to Makana but with a younger face, and a slightly skinnier build, while his hear is longer and more scruffy-looking. "Makana said you had something for me?"
Taking a deep breath, you hand the container to Akamai. "It's something I've been making in the lab where I work. It's God Formula, and it can make you all-powerful."
"Whoa, cool!" Akamai responds, though you can't help but notice the still-skeptical look on his older brother's face. "And it looks like orange juice!" He unscrews the top from the container and takes a sniff. "Mmm, smells like it too."
"Uh, okay." You shrug. "That's not really the point, but--"
As you speak, Akamai brings up the container to his lips and pours it in, drinking the whole formula in one gulp. Once the container is empty, he then sets it down on a table. "Mmm, delicious!"
"Well, I wasn't really going for taste..."
"I know." Something seems to have suddenly changed with the boy, as he now speaks with a calmer, more confident tone. "And now that I've drank it, I know that I can do anything I want to do. Anything at all."
Makana looks up at you. "What? You mean you weren't kidding?"
"No, of course not!" You protest. "You should've taken it when you had the chance."
Grinning, Akamai pats Makana on the arm. "Don't worry about it, bro. I won't be too hard on ya now that I'm omnipotent. In fact, I may even use my powers to help you out and let you have some fun too. But first," he says as he stretches his arms up above his head, "I'm gonna do something I've always wanted to do."
"What's that"? Both you and Makana ask in unison, wondering just what this new twelve-year-old boy-god had in mind.
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