Mark buzzed angrily around his gigantic brother's face, hovering directly in front of Tony's dark eyes.
"I know you're upset, but this is for your own good, bro," Tony said. His huge lips opened and formed the words as Mark watched in awe.
"Change me back, jerk," Mark wanted to scream, but he produced only a faint but irritating whine-like buzz.
"Now, just got to keep you safe for the next day or so," Tony said.
In one smooth motion, the huge teenager scooped his hovering fly-brother into a disposable plastic cup. The action took tiny fly-Mark by
surprise, especially when Tony snapped a plastic lid into place atop the cup.
Tony now held in his hands a huge plastic prison, watching as the tiny fly beat its little body ineffectually against the transparent walls of the
cup.
"Calm down, little buddy," Tony admonished. "I will let you out later, but I have to go out for a while."
Out?
He can't be serious! Mark's wings buzzed furiously.
"I won't be too long, and you should be OK inside there," Tony said.
"Cut this out, Tony," Mark wanted to scream at his elder sibling.
Instead, he produced only that irritating shrill buzz.
Tony placed the closed plastic cup on the edge of his desk. "I promise I won't be that long, and I will bring you some sugar, too, when I get
back."
And, with that, Mark's huge brother left the room, leaving the tiny fly-boy stuck inside the giant cup.