Tommy unleashed a wave of carnage and destruction across Mr. Smith's kitchen table as he used his handheld magnifying glass to focus a particularly powerful beam of light, using the tightly focused laser to scorch ant after ant.
Most of the tiny ants didn't have a clue of their impending doom until their bodies sizzled, crackled and popped from the intensity of the beam of light. As living ants became scarce, the teenager noticed a weird ant that looked paler than the others. Intrigued, he began to pursue the tiny ant, which fled ahead of the path of the unstoppable beam of light across the polished, smooth surface of the table.
He had toyed for almost a full minute with the strange, pale little ant, noticing how the tiny creature seemed to anticipate the oncoming beam and try to evade it.
He was almost to tired of the game when his friend, Joe, opened the back door and strolled into Mr. Smith's kitchen.
"Whatcha doing, dude?" Joe asked.
"Zapping ants," Tommy said and chuckled. "It's fun!"
"I've been calling and texting you, dude," Joe complained. "Don't you ever check your phone?"
"I'm nearly finished," Tommy said.
When the second giant entered the kitchen, Mr. Smith took advantage of the brief reprieve. He had almost exhausted himself trying to avoid Tommy's deliberate attempts to incinerate him. There was no place to hide and, if he stopped and tried to communicate, the destructive laser beam would burn him to ash before he ever got close enough to get Tommy's attention.
"Well, I've been looking all over for you," Joe complained as he watched Tommy take up the pursuit again of a pathetic little ant.
"Dude, there's something weird about this bug," Tommy remarked. He slowly directed the beam of light toward the speck-sized ant, only to watch it veer away from the beam. "See what I mean?"
"This is freakin' boring, dude," Joe said.
"Hold on, man," Tommy said. "I just want to..."