The Potion

A misty substance flowed over the top of the bottle as he dripped a few drops of another substance into the bottle. A misty substance over flowed from the bottle.

“Ow,” Malik yelled and dropped the bottle. “Damn Steve, how much dry ice did you use?”

“Sorry Malik,” Steve said pushing his glasses back up his nose. “I thought it would be cool.”

Malik wiped his hand on his pants leg and glared at Steve. He was such an imbecile. Turning, he looked at his brother, “Sorry, resurrection potion failed.”

“That’s not fair,” Ted whined.

“Life’s not fair,” Malik said.