Mike stared down at his inch-tall brother on the floor. "Boy, he sure is going to make a kewl slave!"
"I'm not going to be your slave, Mike!" Alan protested in a teeny voice that barely registered in the giant ears of Mike and Bryan. "I'm your brother, dammit, and I need your help."
"Hell, he can worship us," Bryan added. "I mean, look at him. He's no more than a bug. We're like gods to him!"
Mike smiled, found that he liked that concept.
"Hear that, Alan? You get to worship us. Our every whim is a command to you!"
Alan shouted squeaky curses at his brother.
"I think someone needs a time-out," Mike said.
He plucked up his tiny brother and transported him toward the shoe Bryan had slipped off his foot earlier.
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