Rick felt his sister stand up on top of him, her entire weight bearing down on him as he cushioned her feet. She walked around the living room gathering her cell phone and car keys, bending and flexing her big brother with every step she took, as she finally made her way out the door to meet her friend Cindy.
"This can't be happening," thought Rick, "I need to find Jim and warn him about the leprechaun's invisibility spell and I'm going to be tied to my sister's fucking feet for the rest of the day." Rick realized that he had gotten off easy by being turned into his sister's Nikes, objects that weren't in much threat of being destroyed accidentally or by their own design. Jim, on the other hand, could end up as a roll of toilet paper or a can of soda; something that didn't have a good chance of seeing the end of the day intact.
Rick wanted desperately to return to normal so he could go find his friend, unbeknownst to him that he was closer than he thought.
