Ty realized he now had the power to do anything he wants to anyone he wants to anyone he wants his smile turns devilishly wicked " there's a dungeon in my basement filled with all the popular kids that frowned on me " then he realized he still had Kirsten Dunst's nipple in his hand and glances over at her quizzically she smiles "wanna hump?" Ty smiles and leans in "The king doesn't hump Turkey sandwiches" she lets out a gut wretching belch and started vomiting mayonnaise as her arms began to shrivel and contort as her/it's eyelids sealed shut. Ty looked away in disgust and decided to head for his garage.
He noticed Mark on the stairs "there's a mess in the master bedroom Mark" smiling big "right away master Tyler". He entered the double doors of his garage to see a warehouse sized room with every sports car ever made and his beat up contour comically in the far corner, guess some parts of the old life get to stay. From here Ty debated on whether he should test drive his new delorean or torture the popular kids.