Why not

He couldnt really pinpoint a reason why but Sean walked over and grabbed the weird little bone off of the ground. He looked at it with its weirdly compelling vibe and then at the rest of the weirdness going on around him. Sean really wished that this all made sense to him.

The bone throbbed.

Sean snapped his head down to look at the bone in his hand as he suddenly got an understanding of what had happened in this house.

"Oh, holy fucking shit." Sean gaped at the situation.

He really wanted the mayhem of the room to stop so he could just think clearly for a second. "Could you turn the music down Mr. Th- uh, Roger?"

"Of course sir." Mr. Thompson walked to the entertainment center and turned the music down. The loss of the music caused Mrs. Thompson to stop dancing and sit down as she looked around the room.

Whatever else he was going to do left his mind as Sean got a whiff of himself. He bit back a wretch as the smell of vomit almost overwhelmed him. He really wanted the vomit to disappear so he could be clean right now.

The bone throbbed.

Sean sighed as he was now vomit free, the vomit having just disappeared. Again he was distracted from what he was thinking about as Mrs. Thompson suddenly stood up and pranced past him, giant boobs swaying crazily, to join her daughter in drinking.

Putting his head in his hands Sean yelped as he smacked himself in the forehead with the bone that caused all of this. Looking at the bone he realized that the bone was probably the only way to fix this mess and it was up to him to fix things.

First things first... the weird passed out guy on the floor. Norm, the cause of this whole mess. Something had to be done about Norm. He really wanted an ironic thing to happen and for Norm to be the butler seeing what he had done to Mr. Thompson.

The bone throbbed.

Norm was suddenly up on his feet and dressed like a classic butler should. Like Jeeves of Alfred. The whole suit and tie. Even wearing white gloves. He stood respectfully off to the side and looked around with a reserved interest.

Which left Sean with the question of how to fix the rest of the Thompsons.

Mr. Thompson first. He should be back to normal. Or close to normal. Normal Mr. Thompson was a bit of a dick. If Mr. Thompson was a bit of a nicer guy, a little more easy going and what not, he'd be a more tolerable guy. It would make life so much easier for everyone else too. He really wanted a Mr. Thompson more like The Dude from the Big Lebowski.

The bone throbbed.

Mr. Thompson slouched a bit and a small smirk came to his face as he looked around. "Wild, man, this is wild."

Sean had to agree. He nodded his head as he turned his attention to the two ladies in the room. He was now faced with the question as to what to do about them. Revert them to who they were or keep them changed.