"Whoa, Pops! So are these the dudes that pussified you, and got you pregnant?" says the buff elvish youth.
Yoshua is relieved to see from the ears that Marcus is obviously the father, but the 16 year old kid definitely is Conor's son too. He's taller than either Marcus or Yoshua, and he's definitely more muscular. He has a wicked gleam in his eye, as he pulls out a crystal sphere from the traditional Elven loin cloth that he is wearing. Marcus reaches for the pause button, but is too late. The crystal flashes, and instantly Marcus and Yoshua are immobilized. They are conscious and aware, but frozen like statues.
"Good work, Conor Junior," says the 35 year old version of Conor.
"Now, what shall we do to--I mean with them?" Conor Jr. asks running his hand along Yoshua's cheek.
"Well, first grab that remote, and change me back into a teenager. Then we can use the crystal to reshape their memories, son."
"Yeah, and then we can be roomies, Pops. Hey, how about I go by my middle name, call me Mike!" said Conor Michael Jr. grabbing the remote from Marcus's mannequin-like grip. He grins, as he aims the remote and crystal at Conor Michael Senior. Conor vanishes in a blur.
"Hey, I'm still pussified. At least I'm not preg--" the again dickless Conor says now standing in his open robe.
The crystal flashes, and Mike says, "Sorry, Pops, but I think I'll have to change your memories too. But first for Yoshua, I'm going to change more than your memories," Mike squeezes Yoshua's crotch,and then...