"Um, so we save the pizza?" Mike asked.
"Yes," Johnny replied.
"And we don't eat it?"
"And we don't throw it away?"
"And we eat it later?"
"Yes. Wait, no! Well, yes I guess. But much later. When we know what it does."
"OK, " Mike said. "But what about the unfinished pieces?"
"Throw those out," Johnny said, putting them in the empty pizza box.
"You want to take out the trash? It's raining."
"I'll time you," Johnny offered.
"Johnny, how old do you think I am? 8?"
"On your mark, get set, GO!"
Mike grabbed the pizza box and ran out the door, almost instantaneously he was back.
"Whoa, that was fast."
"Did I break my record?"
"Um, yeah, maybe we have more powers than we thought."
And less trivial ones, too.
"Did the narrator just knock our powers?" Mike asked.
"Sounded like it." Johnny said. The narrator smirked, knowing that the two could not come up with a clever retort as the chapter was over.