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Not that it was hard. Yanvir lived in what amounted to a giant closet, and while there was plenty of clutter, there wasn't really anywhere to go. The dollhouse in the corner was the best hiding place, but at the moment, Yanvir was sitting on the floor on top of a pile of candy wrappers with a paratrooper strapped to his chest. The long strings of the parachute trailed out behind him, ending in a curmpled circle of bright yellow plasis. A helmet, stolen from some missing action figure, sat askew on Yanvir's head.

He was staring rather intently at a micromachine race car on the floor. A small area of floor had been cleared, a sort of airstrip of open space amidst all the clutter. The car was situated at the end of the strip, just sitting there, not self-concious about its audience in the least.

Yanvir made a noise. It had to be called a noise, because it certainly wasn't any sort of actual language -- it was somewhere between a hiss and a growl, very sharp and sudden, and VERY angry-sounding. Aside from the noise, Yanvir remained perfectly still, elbow on his knee and chin resting in his hand. Apparently his lack of greeting did not mean he had failed to notice Silva's entrance.

Now Yanvir raised his head and glared at Silva. "SHHH!" he hissed. "Shut up stupid!" And quickly returned to his previous position, resuming his concentration.

"Is a PARK CAR!" Yanvir howled in reply, sticking his arms out so suddenly he went tumbling backwards down his candy wrapper hill and landed in a pile of broken glass. He suddenly found himself completely tangled up in the threads of his parachute with glass sticking out of his skin.

There was a brief pause. Yanvir blinked. Then he screamed in apparent anguish and shook his arms violently, trying to escape the parachute threads. He only managed to tangle himself further and pick up more splinters of glass.

"Nonono!" squealed Yanvir, flipping around on the ground like a fish out of water. He somehow managed to flip up to his feet and stood there, wrapped like a string mummy and dripping blood from various tiny cuts. "Go watch car! FAST!"

Yanvir seemed not to be paying attention now. He squeezed his eyes shut, tensed his body, and growled with effort.

A change seemed to come over Yanvir. His form seemed to bulge, his toothpick arms and legs increasing in size, his chest expanding like a puffer fish even as the strings began to tighten across his burgeoning form.

There was a faint snap as the first of the strings broke and Yanvir's form continued to increase. He was blowing up like a balloon! Strings continued to snap one by one, almost like the faint sound of a waterfall in the distance.

Now Yanvir was easily three times his original size, more around the chest and stomach. He seemed to reach a critical point, stopped growing, and suddenly shrank back down. Any threads that had not snapped slid to the floor, along with the poor paratrooper, whose wax form was now badly mutilated.

Yanvir burped loudly and picked a piece of glass out of his mouth. The cuts and blood were suddenly gone, no sign they had ever existed in the first place.