Sal leaned over the water glass, his bearded face looming over a panicked insect, which battered the confining glass walls with desperation.
The surprisingly loud buzzing drew an even louder chuckle from Sal, who studied the trapped bug. He saw the two red eyes that took much of the bug's "face," which was covered with spikes and stiff hairs. The fly managed to cling to the side of the glass, its wings still whirring softly, throughout Sal's fascinated study.
Brad felt a chill as his gigantic sibling's expression warped into disgust.
"¡Es un pequeño y feo bribón!" Sal remarked.
"No! It's me... I'm not a bug!" Brad protested the unflattering remark.
The glass, Brad still clinging to the curved wall, lifted and the glass flipped, allowing Sal to bring his hand, palm down, over the opening.
"Sal! What are..."
Sal's other hand pressed on the bottom of the glass and he suddenly began shaking the glass, tossing the unprepared bug to and fro.
Brad landed on his back, wings twitching, stunned. "Sal! It's..."
Sal repeated the shaking and stepped over the tiles.
Brad became a tiny ping-pong ball, battered repeatedly against the glass.
Sal wanted the insect as addled as possible.
Returning to the toilet, Sal gave the glass another shake between his hands.
The dazed insect landed on Sal's sweaty palm. Spurred by a reflex, the fly's proboscis sucked up a bead of sweat.
Sal shook the glass again, but after the third shake he removed his palm. The trapped insect dropped with barely a splash in the water pooled in the basin of the toilet.
Brad felt the wet splash before he could react. His fly senses reacted (ugh!) with excitement at detecting a hint of urine still in the water.
Sal reached out and pressed the lever to flush.
Brad screamed wordlessly as the water swirled and formed a whirlpool, sucking him down.
Sal chuckled as the fly got sucked down. He stopped at the sink for another quick wash before returning to the living room and his dad.