"Howdy, Big Man!" Dustin's voice sounded from Ty's open door. With great effort, Ty shifted his bulk to turn and face him. Hard as he would try, Ty was unable to shift his body.
"My foster bro the sumo wrestler," Dustin joked, "Now you know how it feels. Don't worry since we have to share the power, I'll be good and turn you into something decent...later. For now, you can suffer the way you made me suffer," Dustin drawled leaning against the door frame.
"Hey! You've always picked on me, and I thought that power was going to finally equalize things. Your parents treat me like a dog, not even remembering my birthday. You get stuff, they remember yours," Ty accused.
"Hey, I'm not defending them. They're a couple of jerks. Before they got you from the state, they constantly rode me for being an accident, and messing up their lives. As for the birthday thing, I thank my grandparents who stipulated in their will that my folks will get $10,000 less for each of my birthdays they fail to properly celebrate. I didn't have a party until I was six, and the grandparents made their will known. Ever wonder, why the folks insist on videotaping me with a newspaper or tv on in the background. They'll need it to prove to the executor that I had a birthday celebration. As for forgetting your birthday, why don't you look on your desk once in a while!" Dustin turned and left.
Ty waddled over to his desk, and gaped. There was a small box wrapped in the Sunday comics, and an envelope. It had probably been there since yesterday. Dustin had remembered his birthday. Ty felt guilty for what he'd done. He started to open the card, and paused, what had Dustin meant about them sharing the power?