You're back to looking at the dresser, contemplating whether or not to try opening one of the drawers, when Kas says, "Holy crap!"
You whirl around, and see him looking about a foot in front of him, where symbols are hanging in the air. In a line are two up arrows and two down arrows.
He's still holding the controller. "I was just messing around," he says.
You recognize what he's doing immediately. "Well? Finish entering the cheat code!"
"Uh, yeah," he says. Each time he presses a button, a new symbol appears in front of you. Left arrow. Right arrow. Left arrow. Right arrow. The letter B. He winces as he taps the last one, the letter A appears, and for a moment, nothing.
Then the symbols disappear and are replaced by new text: "30 LIVES AWARDED." You both stare at it for about 15 seconds before it vanishes.
You look at each other, and you're the first one to speak. "Dude, do you think you really --"
"I'm not gonna throw myself down an elevator shaft to test it out, if that's what you're wondering," Kas says. "Besides, it could just mean I get 29 free reincarnations. Here, you take a turn." He shoves the controller toward you.
"Okay." You take it from him. Your hands are shaking a bit, but you manage to hit the buttons, the symbols appearing in the air in front of you. Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, A, B.
"No, it's B, A," says Kas, but it's too late. The symbols disappear and are replaced by new text: "95% BODY FAT DECREASE AWARDED."
"What does that --" Kas starts to say, but you gasp as you feel, briefly, the sensation of electric shocks all over your body. You look down and see your body alter, your arms and legs changing shape as fat is replaced by lean muscle tone. You quickly pull up your T-shirt to reveal that your chubby stomach has become flat, with a hint of visible abs. You feel better than you have in a long time, suddenly energized with the weight loss.
Kas is obviously stunned. You shove the controller back at him. He takes it without taking his eyes off you. "Go for it," you tell him.
"Hang on," he says. "Maybe any combination of 10 button presses does something?"
"What if it's something bad?" you ask, looking down at your male-fitness-model body. "I think I just got very lucky."
"Hmm," he mutters, contemplating the controller in his hand.
"And why would God even have this?" you ask.
"Maybe just some aborted project from 30 years ago," says Kas. He moves his thumb close to one of the buttons...