Mikey was running down the hall as well, and they ended up in a pile on the floor. Mikey got up first, and as he pulled Jon's arm to help him up, it stretched; stretching to a couple of feet long before Mikey let go as if it was made of acid. "What the hell?!"
Jon considered scolding him, but he was too freaked out himself. Mikey pushed his arm back down to the normal size. "How did this happen? And... what else can I do with this?" He grinned, giving Jon a very bad feeling...
"Stand still, Jon." Afraid of what Mikey would do if he didn't, he stood up, standing completely still. "Go into your room." He pushed Jon in gently, following him in and grinning like the Cheshire cat.
