Matt landed on the table and turned to face Brett. For all of the eagerness of the chase, once he caught up to the little man, he was not really sure what he was going to do with him. "Uh, hi," he said.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?!" exclaimed Brett. He just did not understand how Matt could be so casual, and was that a hard-on he was getting? Things could not have been more surreal.
"Look, sorry to freak you out, man. I was just having some, uh, fun."
"You call that fun?!?! I could have been killed! And--wait, do you mean you had something to do with me shrinking?"
Matt was a terrible liar, and he knew it. He might as well come clean now. "Well, yeah. A magic wand shrunk you, but I shrunk myself."
There were about a million questions Brett wanted to ask, but the most pressing one came blurting out: "If you shrank us, you can grow us back, right?" He did not want to spend one more moment at this terrible size.
"Well, I can grow ME back," said Matt. "I wished for the power." He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, hoping to demonstrate, but nothing happened. Then he rememebered that he had wished only for the power to shrink, not to grow. Shit.
Matt remembered he had also wished for the wand to appear whenever he summoned it. That would straighten everything out. He closed his eyes again and called the wand. It appeared, giant, before them on the worktable.
"Is that, uh, the magic wand?" asked Brett.
"Yup," said Matt, proud of his accomplishment.
Then they looked at each other, and both made a dive for it at the same time.