Jack was back on top of Bronson in bed, riding him like he had earlier. Bronson found himself helpless to move beneath Jack's hefty butt, belly spilling out across his chest. Above him, Jack grinned darkly, hoisting the very same jar from the bookcase. Tucker's prison. Instead of one six-inch man though, the jar was now overflowing with even smaller men, maybe a hundred or more. So miniscule Bronson couldn't make out much detail among the throng of struggling boys. Some naked, others clothed. Faces pressed up frightfully against the glass. A few trying to clamber over the lid of the jar.
"You shouldn't have stolen my snack," Jack chastised. "Now I'm going to have to punish you. And I liked you so much. I wasn't even going to eat you, you know."
"You shouldn't have stolen my snack," Jack chastised. "Now I'm going to have to punish you. And I liked you so much. I wasn't even going to eat you, you know."