The cooking channel!

“What are you—” Sinclair began, but before she could finish, Mr. Jester pressed the change channel button.

A kaleidoscope of static-like light engulfed Vivian and her indignant expression as the transformation overtook her. The courtroom fell silent, all eyes fixed on the prosecutor as her entire appearance began to shift. Her sharp, professional suit morphed into a cheerful white chef’s uniform, complete with a double-breasted jacket and a tall, floppy chef’s hat. The scowl on her face melted away, replaced by a warm, maternal smile.

When the light faded, Vivian looked around, her previous fury seemingly wiped from her memory. She clutched a large mixing bowl in her hands, a wooden spoon poised and ready to stir. “Oh my goodness, everyone!” she chirped, her voice now sugary sweet and dripping with enthusiasm. “Welcome back to Vivian’s Kitchen! Today, we’re going to bake something truly special!”

Judge Sinclair blinked, utterly dumbfounded. “What in the world is—”

But Vivian wasn’t listening. Her attention had shifted to the pile of carefully prepared evidence she had brought against Mr. Jester, which was stacked neatly on the table before her. With a cheerful hum, she scooped up the documents, flipping through them as though they were ingredients in a recipe.

“Hmm, these look perfect for my secret chocolate cake recipe!” she said with a delighted giggle. She tore the documents into strips, tossing them into the mixing bowl like they were flour. “A little bit of this... and oh! Let’s not forget the ink!”

The courtroom gasped as Vivian picked up a fountain pen, uncapped it, and began squeezing ink into the bowl. The dark liquid oozed over the shredded evidence, staining it black. She reached for a glue stick next, twisting the cap off and smearing its contents into the mix with reckless abandon.

“Have you added your secret ingredient in it yet chef?” Mr jester asked excitedly.

“OMG! I almost forgot. Thanks Mister” Vivian chirped as she pulled down her pants, bringing her clean shaven pussy into view, spreading her legs slightly he brought the bowl down in between her legs and began pissing into the bowl.

The gasps in the room were now replaced by disapproving sounds of disgust.

“Ms. Hart!” Judge Sinclair snapped, her voice sharp. “Stop that this instant! You’re destroying the evidence!”

But Vivian only giggled, twirling her spoon as she stirred the absurd concoction. “Oh, Your Honor, don’t be such a sourpuss! Cooking is about fun! And trust me, this is going to be the best cake anyone’s ever tasted!”

Mr. Jester leaned back in his chair, watching the chaos unfold with a grin. “How do you feel about the remote now, Vivian?” he asked, his tone almost playful.

Vivian paused her stirring to beam at him. “Oh, it’s wonderful! Absolutely life-changing! I don’t know how I ever lived without it!” She returned to her bowl, humming a cheery tune as she poured the bizarre mixture into an invisible pan, which somehow materialized in her hands as she mimed the action.

The absurdity reached new heights when, without warning, the static glow from before reappeared—this time emanating from the bowl itself. When it faded, the shredded documents, piss, ink, and glue were gone, replaced by a perfectly baked chocolate cake, its surface glossy and adorned with delicate swirls of frosting.

Vivian gasped, clapping her hands together. “Oh, it’s perfect! A masterpiece!” She picked up the cake, balancing it effortlessly on one hand as she spun toward the courtroom. “Who’s ready for a slice?”

The courtroom erupted into chaos as Vivian began handing out pieces of the cake, slicing it with a knife that had also somehow appeared out of nowhere. Jurors reluctantly accepted the dessert, their confusion evident, while others looked too stunned to refuse. Something compelled them to bite into their slice, even though they all knew the ‘secret ingredient’ nobody found the cake to be any less appetizing than a regular chocolate cake.

“Ms. Hart, stop this nonsense!” Judge Sinclair barked, her face red with anger.

But Vivian ignored her, placing a generous slice of cake on the judge’s desk. “Here you go, Your Honor! A little sweetness to brighten your day!”

Mr. Jester chuckled, his amusement plain as he surveyed the scene. “You see, Your Honor,” he said, gesturing toward the transformed prosecutor, “the remote doesn’t just alter reality—it makes it better. Wouldn’t you agree, Vivian?”

Vivian, now nibbling on her own slice of cake, nodded enthusiastically. “Abso-lutely! It’s the be-st inven-tion ev-er!” she also seemed to be touching herself with her mixing spoon shoved underneath her pants.

The judge’s gavel slammed down, her expression a mix of outrage and disbelief. “Mr. Jester, enough of this insanity! Restore her to normal at once!”