Ty contemplated where to hang his artwork - his cloned and colored, stripped down and shrunk down, wedgie hanging brother - to maximize his revenge. The miniature Dustins continued their struggles and the discomfort just kept echoing between their minds. Ty was trying to decide between a few different places to strand his brother. He wanted to embarrass him in public display. As he thought about it a couple of ideas came to him. He smiled as he made his choice and a quick wish took him and his Dustin art away.
Ty appeared at a random gay bar. He was in the outdoor back patio with his arty brother on the wall. The artwork looked small on the large wall so Ty wished it bigger to fill the space. Each of the Dustins grew from one foot to two foot long. Dustins had a moment to look around when they were suddenly frozen immobile.
"Here's how this place is going to work. You're going to hang here in this gay bar. When men touch you, they are going to get a nice feeling. The longer they touch you the greater the feeling and, this is important, the heavier you will get. Notice I said heavier. Not bigger. Not fatter. Not more muscular. Heavier means a harsher wedgie. When all four of you stretch down to touch the ground, you will be released from your punishment. My revenge on you will be done." Ty explained this to his trapped brother. "This is my wish." With that he disappeared leaving his four-fold mankini wearing brother hanging on the wall of the gay bar. Dustin wondered how long it would be before the bar opened. How long would it take before he was free.