"... I knew who sent you." I finished.
Immediately, the tiny gunman who seemed to be the leader of the group stepped forward and in a monotone, trace-like voice said:
"We were sent here by a very rich man, called Lucius DeMorrell. He is very old and wishes to use the rock to regain his youth. He fears death most of all. He sees the rock as his last chance to retain his business empire, keeping it out of the grasp of his greedy and incompetant son."
The man stepped back.
Interesting, the rock had forced the man to give me a lot more information than I'd asked for, but I was glad. I wondered who this DeMorrell was. He was obviously a big business tycoon, but I'd never heard of him. It made me wonder just what sort of business he was into, having his own armed assult team as he did.
I'd have to look him up and maybe use the rock to get a little revenge for the attack on my house. I was just glad no one had got killed!
I turned back to the miniature troopers cowering on the floor, wondering what to do with them. They looked like living dolls and that gave me an idea--I'd make them all into GI-Joe dolls and distribute them around the nearest children's toy boxes. First to sort them out clothing-wise.
"I wish you were all naked." I said, and after I looked back, I saw all the mini-soldiers were without their clothes. I was quite surprised to see that a couple of them were actually women.
This gave me an even better idea--I'd throw a few complete Barbie and Ken sets into the mix.
I grasped the rock tightly, thinking how exactly to word the wish. Having sorted it out in my head, I began. "I..."
Just then, something small, but quite heavy landed on my head. I yelped in pain. I realised the 'thing' was in fact one of the soldiers. I had stupidly let my attention drop and one of them had left the pack, climbed the curtains and leapt at me at an opportune moment--or more likely as quickly as he could before I made my final wish.
I clawed at my head trying to pull him off, but only succeeded in yanking my hair - he had a grip like steel for such a little fellow. Eventually he managed to swing round on a handful of hair and kicked me hard in the eye.
I screamed in pain, clutching at my stinging eye and dropping the rock in the process. Immediately realising how dangerous that was, now the assaulters knew how the rock worked, I went down on hands and knees to try and get it back. Unfortunately, my eyes were still streaming with water from the attacker who was still kicking at my face. I couldn't see what was going on and I couldn't get the rock.
Suddenly, my fears were realised, as I heard a tiny high-pitched voice with itself back to full size. There was a lot of swearing as the wish had no effect-- the permanance of rock-wishes coming into effect. They were stuck as being less than a foot tall, unless they could come up with some loophole in the wording of my original wish.
"Fine, let's just get out of here." I heard the leader squeak, and he muttered some other wish which I couldn't quite make out and all of a sudden everything went dark.
