Don had never felt such a charge of power. He
held the three-inch-tall Ben in his fist. He
listened with undisguised amusement to the
little man's squeaky voice and marveled at the
feeble struggle Ben Westlake was able to
produce.
Don retrieved an empty glass jar from a
cabinet in the laboratory. He lowered the puny
professor into the jar and then placed the jar
on a countertop.
Ben stared in dismay through the thick glass
walls of the prison. "Damn both of you!" Ben
screamed in rage that began to be mixed with
more than a little fear. "Let me out of here."
Don ignored Ben and turned his attention to
12-inch-tall Eric. "Obviously, you won't fit in a
jar," Don said. "So, how do you propose I get
you home?"
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