His big brother sighed.
"Sorry about this, bro," Tony said.
"Huh?" Mark looked and saw the emitter aimed at him.
"I think it is best to keep you under my thumb."
In a disorienting instant, Mark found himself back in the body of a fly.
"It's still just until 8 on Sunday, bro, and by then, maybe you will learn to listen to me."
Mark wanted to scream at him that he could not do this, but it was already too late.