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"Honey," she said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, "dinner's ready.” She wanted to empty her stomach onto the floor. Brad knew he had Monica right where she didn't want to be, so he thought he would enjoy it as long as it lasted. "Ok, honey. I'll be there in a little while." In a little while? In a little while?! I've been in here slaving away with this damned mashed potatoes and baked chicken, and he says in A LITTLE WHILE?! She wanted to go and rip his hair out. She stood still, clenched her fists until she thought her nails would draw her own blood, and took the deepest breath she could. It didn't help.
"So what do we do now?” Jim’s excitement was beginning to show through. He could just see the rich and powerful of the world cringing in their shoes when they found out the little people had control over them. The implications brought a wide grin to Jim's face.