Good or great?

"Twenty minutes left." Xander observed as he got his laptop set up and Master P.C. running. Not a lot of time but enough time for something.

"Okay, hotshot, what?" Xander asked himself. So far all he'd really done was make a lot of bimbos, make himself rich and ridiculously well hung. Xander grumbled with himself. He'd done more then that! He'd saved lives, brought several dead women back to life and he'd managed to make all vampires non lethal, theoretically.

And a lot of those did double duty as things good for him and good for the world. So in keeping with the theme of good for him and good for the world... what was good for him and good for the world?

But mainly good for the world.

Oh fucks sake... still brain locked! Xander groaned.

Okay, since he was having an easier time thinking up reasons to make babes and bimbos time to switch tracks. Thanks a lot hormones.

So where to start?

Well, now that he knew that Master P.C. could do groups maybe it was time to do a group. Something more challenging than making the Cordettes bigger bimbos than they already were. But something that was also along the lines of furthering the beauty of the local ladies. Now just effect the seniors or everyone in the school? How many was too many for the Master P.C.? What was the upper limit?

Xander's brain crawled to a stop.

Slapping his forehead Xander groaned. He'd turned every vampire ever into a woman. Every vampire ever. And he was worried about a few thousand people? Slapping himself in the head again Xander grumbled, "Idiot."

"Soooo... Playboy Playmate or Penthouse Pet? ...Pornstar?" xander asked himself.

29- The female population of Sunnydale has the average attractiveness of a Playboy Playmate, Penthouse Pet or Pornstar.

"All of the above." Xander grinned. "And everybody wins not just me with this one."

Checking his time Xander shook his head, he was spending way too much time arguing with himself or trying to think up ideas. He had to find a way to speed up or get over this brain lock. granted he had to find a way to do that without screwing up like he had done with Joyce or like he had done with the love spell last year.

So his one big success was with the vampires. What was like that, that he knew of? Supernatural shitiness that needed fixing... who did he know who had shitty supernatural shenanigans?

OZ!

Werewolves! He could fix werewolves!

Genuis!

Xander froze and asked out loud, "HOW?"