"Who d'ya call?" Tony asks.
"You'll see he lives just up the street he should be here in a few minutes. I need to program his new sequence. You get the digital camera ready, you'll get some great shots from the closet."
"Now, Mark..."
THUD, THUD, THUD! Pounded someone on the front door.
"Well, that was fast. He must have run. Now get in the closet and set up the cam. I'll invite my guest in, said the spider to the fly...heh heh!" Mark dashed out of the room.
Tony and the others shrugged and retreated to the closet with the minicam.
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Mark opens the door.
"Allright, punk,let---" began the 6 foot 4 inch broad shouldered, blond haired blue eyed star quarterback, and all-around bully Dirk Rodman.
Mark cut him off, with a whisper, "Not here. Quick up to my room."
Dirk looked confused. He looked around to see if someone was watching. He shrugged and followed Mark inside, and upstairs. He was going to settle this once and for all.
Mark closed the door, and made sure the window was closed. Then, he sat down at the computer, while the seething jock loomed over him.
"You ever see one of these, Dirk?" Mark asked.
"Yeah, I've seen a computer before, punk, now about--"
"Not the computer, the Chronivac," Mark said aiming the device, and striking the enter key.
"Chroni-what?" Dirk asked taking a step toward Mark, his head turned as he saw the camera lense peering out of the closet. Then his clothing collapsed in a heap.
Carefully, Mark lifted the jock's letterman's jacket and shirt away. He looked down, and motioned for Tony to come out of the closet with the camera to get a close up. There with his proboscus busily pumping away at Dirk's brown stained briefs was the fly that had been Dirk.
"Now Dirk, here's the deal. When you're done eating your own shit, if you can avoid getting eaten by me for fifteen minutes, then you will be restored to your human form, and I will give you whatever you ask for--oh, and if you wonder how I would eat a fly? I'd become a bullfrog, of course!" With that Mark struck the keyboard again with the Chronivac aimed at his own chest.
"Mark, you can't--"
"Better turn your camera on me, Ton-nee-deep!" A large green bullfrog sat in the pile that had been Mark's clothing. He leapt toward the fly. His tongue shot out. Dirk took to the air dodging Mark's long sticky tongue.
The friends laughed watching the hapless bully fleeing from their froggy friend. They didn't think Mark would really eat him, just scare him badly,