Jason pushed the red button and started the feedback loop that would soon be unstoppable. His sister, Stephanie, stood nearby watching in horror. Within seconds, the room began to shudder. Books, trophies, and miscellaneous knickknacks dropped from shelves to the floor. The smell of burning plastic enveloped the room. Out of the corner of her fearful eye, Stephanie witnessed her beloved tabby cat, Mister Sprinkles, dart under the bed to an ill-perceived save haven. In less than a minute, the entire second floor of their house was buckling from the growling rumble - a side effect of the process now set into motion. 'We've got to get out of here now, Jason.' 'You can go, but I'm staying, Chickenshit'! That was Jason's pet name for his baby sister. He'd called her that since about the time she could walk. 'Fine. I'm telling Mom when she get's home.' 'Yeh, try it and see what happens to your Barbie collection', Jason lashed back. The sound had reached an almost ear-bleeding intensity as the little white popcorns dropped from the ceiling. Stephanie couldn't take any more. She reached under the bed, grabbed her kitty and fled the room. Then, the sound instantly stopped. The chaos had turned to quiet as the house went black. It was over. 'Damnit bitch!' That was Jason's other pet name for his baby sister. He knew exactly what she'd done and he was royally pissed. Stephanie's Barbies were about to be melted. email: [email protected] web: www.michaeloster.com