Jerry continues his story, pt 3

Next was the matter of the remote's original owner himself. Although the guy's body was stiff, Jerry found he could pick the guy up easily and awkwardly carry him to the bar. (He figured out later, Jerry offered to Ryan, that being paused meant you wouldn't fall, meaning gravity had no effect, meaning it technically made a body weightless.) He stood the guy up in the middle of the bar and after a lot of soul searching, Jerry assured himself that he had **** and jacked up the guy's compliance rating as high as it would go. He unpaused the man and immediately got a spray of water in the chest.

"Sit down, shut up, and don't make any trouble for me!" Jerry bellowed. The man dropped the water gun and rushed into one of the booth seats. He gave Jerry a look of helpless terror. Jerry continued. "Now, you're gonna answer my questions and you're gonna tell me the truth. What's your name?"

"Joe, sir." Joe trembled as he spoke.

"What the hell is this remote, Joe?"

"I-I-I don't know," Joe babbled, "It's magic! It just changes stuff. Like, anything! It changes anything!"

"What do you mean 'magic?'"

"I j-just mean, I don't know how it works!"

Jerry looked down and realized Joe had pissed his pants. "Where did you find it, then? Tell me how you found it."

"I used to work as a bank manager, in Providence. The bank had a few lockboxes that nobody had visited in a while, so I decided to break into them to cover some debts. That's where I found that remote."

"That's it?! You stole it?! From a bank?!" Jerry yelled incredulously. Joe nodded his head nervously. Jerry took a deep breath. "How long have you had it?"

"A month."

"What have you been doing with it?"

Joe confessed to his depravity with the remote. Immediately, after he discovered its power by accidentally changing objects at the bank, he used is to turn his next-door neighbor into a stacked milf who needed him to photograph her in new bikinis. When his wife walked in on them, he transformed her into a latex-clad jailbait maid. He then turned the remote on his loan sharks, turning them into strippers to populate their own club. That had devolved into an orgy. The heat got a little high after that, so Joe had spent the last week wheeling around the tri-state area, fucking whoever he thought was funniest at the time and mooching off of them before moving on-

"Hold up, hold up," Jerry stopped Joe. Jerry's face was bright red, and he shifted to hide the tenting in his pants. "Are you saying this thing can just make somebody into just... somebody different? Like, a whole different person? Change who they think they are and everything?"

"Yeah, it can... make people forget stuff, make them remember new stuff, implant thoughts-"

Jerry let Joe ramble on and "looked" through the options on the remote. The buttons melted and swirled with his desires as it shifted through seemingly endless permutations. Eventually, the remote showed Jerry a row of buttons for "forget," "remember," "blank," and "mind control." He pressed the mind control button. A dot of blue LED light appeared on Joe's for head and he shut up, silently waiting input.

"Okay," Jerry drew a shuddering breath. "Here's what we're going to do-"