After a moment of realization what just happened, Bill quickly found out he could just overpower Jeff and Greg, shoving them away for the moment. He figures that this must have had something to do with him outranking his sons, or perhaps that his previous encounter with the Chronivac gave him more mass then them. For a moment he wondered where the Chronivac went, but then he realized he could scan his surroundings just like the Chonivac could. In fact it seemed very natural to him. Every feature of the Chronivac seemed directly accessible in ways way beyond the simple computer interface. It dawned upon him that perhaps this would be a way to restore Jeff and Greg, but first he wondered why not to have a bit of fun.
The way back home was quite long so he figured he'd like to have a short cut. Concentrating for a moment he set some changes in motion. At first his boots changed a bit becoming shinier and changed their material to metal. Quickly the changes spread upwards leaving behind what appeared to be robotic versions of his legs painted in the same shade of blue as his pants had been. As the changes reached his hips, he reached down to his groin. Perhaps a bit disappointed he noted that there was just plane cold metal there, but it was something he could deal with for the moment. Then he got an idea. Changing the machinery in his thighs he created a gun in each one of them. They were computerized smart guns with an electronic scope. Then he pushed out Jeffs mind to the left one, and Gregs mind to the right one. With a mental command, his thighs split up and opened to reveal the guns. Bill took Greg and looked through his scope, "That should keep you from arguing for a while". Greg replied via a text overlay in the scope, "You're not going to put us back there, are you?", before Bill put him back into his thigh holster. He closed up both and started to run a gentle jog home which felt almost effortless. Using the reality changing powers he made everyone believe that this was just some sort of prosthetic you get after being wounded, perhaps a bit advanced, but none the less perfectly normal.