It was a long walk back to his dorm room, it was hot day, but he walked as fast as he could, he wanted to tryout his new toy. Jared was sweating profusely. He kept thinking of all the things he could wish for with his new genie. The shopkeeper said it was practically powerless, so he couldn't wish for a lot. He almost wished for bus fare, but thought better of it. He might only get one wish a year or month out of the tiny guy. He wondered what it really looked like. He recalled from the original Ghostbusters movie that magical beings would take the form that their beholder was thinking of, so he assumed that the genie looked like a tiny Brick because Jared was thinking about Brick and wishing that Jared was bigger than him. He hadn't realized that his jarred genie prize really was naked Brick jarred up.
Brick for his part was trying hard to brace himself. The slick curved walls of the jar made this almost impossible. He was in the dark pitching forward and backward with each one of Jared's footfalls. He was sure that he would be black and blue and bloodied by the time Jared opened up his backpack and took Brick out. He too was imagining what he would do. He just assumed that when Jared opened the jar, Brick would pop out and grow to his regular size. Then he would start pounding the shit out of Jared, Brick was sure he had to somehow be responsible for his predicament. About halfway there, Brick froze as a thought occurred to him: what if he didn't get bigger, what if he was now just a masturbatory aid for the wimp Jared? His thought was cut short as his face slammed and smooshed against the opposing glass wall. He was amazed that his nose didn't seem broken and he hadn't lost any teeth, but he still hurt like hell.
Jared hopped on his bed after locking his room door. He unzipped his pack and extracted his prize. He crossed his legs Indian style and sat the jar in front of him. Jared's face was full of anticipation. He reached down, and unscrewed the lid.
Suddenly, he heard Brick's screaming voice only like he was on the other side of campus.
"When I get my hands on you, pipsqueak!" Brick shouted at the top of his lungs.
For a moment, Jared cringed. Then he looked at the tiny naked man hopping around in the jar and laughed.
"For a moment, I really thought you were Brick, genie," Jared said.
"I am Brick, you twerp!"
"Who you calling pipsqueak and twerp? Have you looked in the mirror lately? You're the pipsqueak - I think you're too small to be a twerp!" laughed Jared. He continued, "But I know you aren't really Brick. You're just a genie pretending to be Brick. How do I know? While you were in my backpack, I saw the real Brick hanging with his jock buddies just outside the gym. As usual, having taken most of my money, the jerk didn't even acknowledge me when I walked by. Okay, genie, tell me the rules. I know I'm your master, and you have to grant my wishes, but the guy at the store said you were too weak to do any serious magic. So what can you do?"
"I don't know, M-master Jared! You're my f-first m-m-master!" Brick was furious, he found himself answering Jared as master, and he definitely didn't think of Jared that way, but something was compelling him. He had to get out of the jar. He jumped up and caught hold of the open rim, and lifted himself up. He pushed off with his feet and crouched like a tiny monkey on the edge of the jar. For the new tiny brick, it was a long drop to the bed, and he wasn't too eager to get closer to giant Jared's stinky feet or smelly crotch, both of which were now eye level to the reduced Brick. He had really thought he would grow, if he got out of the jar. Maybe if he got away from the jar, maybe Jared would be sucked in? Brick worked his way around the glass rim, going hand over foot, while crouching the whole time. He reached the far side of the jar and jumped. There was more than 3 football field lengths to get to the end of the bed. He started to run.
"Get back here, genie!" ordered Jared.
Brick was running hard, but suddenly instead of away from, he was now running toward the jar and Jared. Oh, if he could get his hands on Malcolm? After he pummeled Jared, of course. As he looked up at the giant Jared, Brick thought to himself, "Like that will ever happen now!"