A Twist

I was about to make my move on Karen when the phone rang on the desk.

"One sec," I said to Karen as I picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"You have a visitor in your office, something about a remote control or something, I don't know. She's waiting for you at your desk," said one of the desk people. My face went a little bit pale. I had this thing for less than a day, and I was already found out. Calm down, it must have been a misunderstanding, and if it's not, it will be.

"Thanks," I said, as I ended the phone call. "We'll probably have to put a rain check on that meeting."

Karen got up from her seat and kissed me on the cheek. "I don't mind," she said. The two of us went out from the room and went our separate ways. Heading over to my desk I saw her, a blonde woman sitting on my seat (similar to how Kathy sat) messing with my stuff. I take it back, she's worse than Kathy.

Making my presence known, I said, "May I help you?"

Turning around in my seat, the woman said, "Yes, the professor told me a lot about you. I'm going to ask once, where is it?"

"Professor, I think you have me confused with someone else," I said, trying to play dumb.

"The clothes don't match, but at the very least you told him your name,"

"I don't remember..." Dammit, I could see in the woman's face that her suspicions rang true. "Alright you got me fair and square, but I didn't give away my name to the guy." I couldn't help but shift my attention to her crossed legs. I wanted to use the remote control at her, but I knew that the good doctor couldn't possibly send anyone to retrieve my toy.

"For all you, you didn't. But that remote control records data about you and the commands you gave and Dr. Fez thinks that you'll abuse the remote control like others before you." She got up in one move, leaving me with the only choice of pointing the remote control at her. "Don't even try, Dr. Fez gave me a formula that makes me immune to your commands.

To anyone passing by outside of the room, we looked like we were reenacting a play or something. But getting back to the reality of my situation, I had two buttons that I haven't used yet. It would be a shame if I lost this remote and not know what they did.

"OK, you can have to the remote control, but I just need to know what these two buttons will do," I said.

"Fine," she said. "Just be-" I waited for her to finish her sentence but she didn't. I saw how my hand had pressed the I button and it just stopped her. The rest of the office was still moving as if nothing had happened, I'll have to look more into this later. But thinking back, Dr. Fez says he didn't the remote control to be abused, but these buttons and their powers were practically made to be abused. Also, he did perform that little trick in the park. Clearly, that would have been hypocritical. I can worry about Fez later, for now...