You look up at your brother, his foot still planted in front of you, toes gripping at the floor. He gives you little nods, as if to influence you, but you are drawn to your quiet sister. If you have any chance of returning to normal, it is with her, not the now giant Greg who happily rolls you against his sole. Also thinking about Brandon pushing your little head between his toes which he seems to marvel at so much repels you, and you gather up all your strength and proclaim - "I think I'll stay with Terran, tonight, thanks."
Your brother slowly stood up, looking down at you with an intense hatred. Silently he took a slow, deliberate step forward, his sole bearing down on you, making sure you end up square under his foot. He pressed down harder than ever before and, just when you think your fate is to be a smear on Greg's arch, his foot lifts, and he walks on to the door. His haunting visage is replaced by your towering sister, who grins down at you.
"Hello little bro!"
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