Janice crept closer to the gun, careful not to make her presence known. She extended her arm towards the gun as she approached the counter, almost able to grab the handle, when suddenly, she stepped on a weak board in the floor, creating a creak. Carly quickly whipped around, her large hand wrapping itself around the smaller woman's throat. Janice was lifted off the floor, her trachea closed off, as the behemoth of a woman brought her closer, to get a good look at the intruder.

"Janice?!" Carly said in surprise, her powerful voice resonating throughout the house. "Oh, this just keeps getting better by the minute." Janice struggled mightily, trying to pry fingers as thick as her wrist from her neck. She was slowly losing consciousness, and Carly knew it. By now, Debbie had stopped torturing her husband and was looking towards the commotion going on in kitchen, though she kept her foot on Mark's chest, to keep him in place.

"You know," Carly said casually, cocking her head to one side, a slight smile on her face, as Janice struggled to move just one of her massive digits. "I never really liked you." She suddenly let go and Janice went tumbling to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. She picked the ray gun off of the counter and started adjusting the controls.

"So, you wanted to get your greedy little hands on this thing, huh?" she said to Janice, who was still rubbing her throat. "I bet you don't even know what it can do. I think it's time I show you." She grabbed the smaller woman by the ankle and started dragging her into the living room, where Debbie was eagerly awaiting her arrival.

"Looky who I found sneaking around," Carly said, as she tossed Janice over to her sister, who grabbed her in her massive arms. Janice screamed as she glanced up at Debbie, a menacing look on the giant's face, before she unceremoniously dropped her into her Mark's lap. Janice maneuvered around until she was sitting next to her brother, inspecting his wounds. She looked behind her on the wall and saw smatters of blood, where Debbie had beaten him into submission.

"You monsters!" Janice yelled up at the two women. "Look what you've done to him!"

"Yeah, well," Debbie said, rather coldly. "If Mark hadn't have beaten me and Tracy on a near daily basis, maybe he wouldn't be in his current predicament."

"I had no idea," Janice replied, glancing back at her brother, who had a look of terror on his face as he saw his wife staring angrily at him. "If you would have told me--"

"I told you countless times," Debbie interrupted, crossing her arms. "You just didn't want to believe it."

Carly stepped next to her sister, holding the ray gun in her hand. "I think it's time for another pick-me-up. What do you say, sis?"

"Go for it," Debbie replied, turning towards her sister, arms at her sides, anticipating another round of growth.