Nah, how about some TV?

Grant took a few breaths from his mad cackle, pondering his options on his first scheme. So many plots ran together, if this little remote truly can do as advertised. Grant blinked, and realised. What to do?

Grant looked at the remote, and thought on how exactly to go by this. He's been given a powerful tool to do the one thing he was most proficient in, and now he feels paralyzed at being spoiled by choices he has at his literal fingertips, dominating pranking power on a cosmic perverted scale. At this development, he decided he needs to take a rest. Hopping onto his armchair, he lies back with his feet up and rubs his head trying to relieve the suddenness of the whole ordeal.

His thoughts were interrupted rather rudely, by a commercial from the makeshift TV. Grant forgot to turn it off in the commotion of everything, and scowled at it annoyed by stupid advertisement blaring, trying to sell him on a plan for a TV subscription of some kind. However, Grant was stunned. The advertisement showed a guy flipping his remote at the TV, with various fake shows turning into different genres in a comedic way, in a metaphor on how much control one has. The ending tagline even says to "Your screen is yours, take the control." and the logo of the advertiser. The product isn't what interested Grant, however, but merely the irony of such a scarily relevant ad coming on at the moment he needed an idea of what to do first!

"I think I will," Grant speaks to himself, "After all, why bother going out to have some fun..." He picks up the remote, and angles it towards the monitor, "when I finally got the remote I needed!" and dramatically raised it up to the screen's direction.