Once Lenny has a realization, they can.

At that point, it hit him.

“… holy shit, that could work…!” Leonard gasped.

Erica asked “What? Did you think of something?”

Nodding, Lenny stood up and dropped his cargo shorts, freeing his still sizable member in the process. “Yeah, I did! Now come on, help me pee on all of this!”

When her face scrunched up in disgust, apprehension, or both, he groaned “Seriously. Now come on, carry me around so I can get a wider spread.” as he realized how idiotic he sounded.

One relatively productive session later, and the area now smelled like ammonia and regret. “Okay, now what the fuck are you trying to do?” Erica asked, pinching her nose due to the unexpectedly intense aroma.

“In the wild animals mark their territory by peeing on them, scent’s important. It’s why cats scratch up stuff, they release pheromonal things from glands they have in their paws when they do it.” Lenny explained, nudging some of the smaller pieces of destroyed block into a pile. “What’s important is that I did something that makes it fairly clear that I ‘own’ these bits now.”

Erica raised an eyebrow. “Wait, do you mean…?”

He nodded. “My Point Transfer only can use amounts of digital things, stuff on screens or within data storages that I personally own. But now we’re inside the computer. Even if they don’t look like it, these things are made of ones and zeroes, and now I ‘own’ them.” Leonard explained, before clapping his hands. “Not exactly ‘Equivalent Exchange’, but I couldn’t resist.” he chuckled.

Placing his hands on the pile of pee-covered chunks of indeterminate digital matter, they began to glow. Once the light died down, a smaller block about a fifth of the size of the respectable pile he’d gathered together was sitting on the ground, before it floated up to meet his gaze.

“Hello there, can you help us?” Lenny asked, experimentally.

“Oh, sure thing Papa. What do you need?” the small fist-sized block asked, a gentler voice than the ones that assailed them before.

Weeks from now, a handful of IT specialists employed by Netflix would find an odd blip in their servers, as some diagnostic data came back odd. According to the data, there was a void in the code of one instance of the streaming service’s app installed into a smart TV.

Basically, the portion of the app meant to prevent those lacking proper arrangements from accessing Netflix’s content was just gone. A TV like that one didn’t have any in-built methods of editing the apps’ code, so it was as chalked up to a random glitch in the system that was easily fixed.

They wouldn’t know the true reason, and would roll out a software update soon after that seemed to fix the issue well enough. The truth was far stranger than they would ever expect, of course.

The small block proved fairly capable, as it could lift some of the larger piss-covered chunks that Leonard couldn’t possibly lift alone with some kind of telekinesis. With another touch from him, those chunks could be incorporated into the fledgling block, increasing its size and boosting its carrying capacity.

“Do you find it weird that it calls you ‘Papa’?” Erica asked as she bounced on Lenny’s lap.

“I mean, I technically did make it. Probably the closest thing to a dad it has.” he replied, keeping a hold on Erica’s waist as his shorts were again around his ankles.

Since the pair had time to kill, and fighting earlier had taken a toll on Erica’s mana supply, they decided to just take a moment to chill as they lay within the apparent inner working of a Netflix app.

With a grunt, Leonard let loose another creamy load into his Servant’s depths, and at that moment the now suitcase-sized block floated over and said “Papa, I placed everything how you asked. Thank you for making me bigger and stronger, Papa.” in its calm text-to-speech voice.

“Thank you, uh… can you leave us alone for a bit? Papa, uh… Papa’s gotta have some alone time with Mama…” Leonard said, as Erica began clinging to him to coax out another load from his balls.

“I understand, Papa. I’ll let you be alone with Mama, Papa.”

The smaller block then floated a distance away to wait next to the larger pile of chunks it had made, waiting for the two of them to stop their vigorous lovemaking.

An hour or so of intense raw fucking later, and the pair was finished with their “alone time”. Angewomon returned too, and once she saw what had happened to the chunks of broken blocks, the eight-feet-plus angelic woman had immediately wanted an explanation.

One such explanation later, and the trio approached the pile of assorted “claimed” pieces. With a touch from Leonard, the pieces coagulated and shrank, going from a mass that was probably the size of about ten or twenty small cars to a thin frame about seven feet tall and three feet wide.

“Thank god, it worked like I wanted this time.” Leonard sighed in relief, poking his head through to see a different locale than the Netflix-land around them. “Okay, let’s go.”