Jeff looked out of the window at Mr Greenbow, the old man had always been a bastard to them, never giving their ball back, berating them for their noise or their friends or their parking. He never had a kind word- once when their mother had fell over in the snow with the pushchair and the shopping he’d never offered to help just told her to get off his lawn. Fucker. Jeff grinned the old wanker had whatever his brother had lined up coming to him
“Let the fucker have it” he said “that my choice”
“As you chose” he said his voice seemingly deeper and robotic. He pressed the ‘Change’ button on the emitter.
Jeff turned and almost saw an invisible beam fly over and hit Mr Greenbow in his twisted back. He could only watch in glee as….