You race into Dr. Marks' old office and rummage around for a few minutes, becoming more and more nervous as you can't seem to find the gun. You think you hear someone walking by once or twice and duck behind the desk, and you're just about to go when you look at his bookshelf and see the gun carefully tucked away behind a bunch of science texts. You grab the gun, run like hell, and make it back to campus without incident.
You're sitting in your room wondering what you should do with the gun when your roommate comes home. You and Megan share an on-campus suite with a common room and kitchenette, with separate bedrooms. She's smoking hot, with jet black hair and blue eyes, but she's kind of a bitch and you're pretty sure she only likes you as much as she has to. (The only reason you two are roommates at all is the random housing draw.)
"Hey, Megan, you should come check this out," you call out, but she doesn't respond. That's so annoying: there's no way she didn't hear you. Your thoughts turn to resentment, and you start to imagine all the things you wish you could make Megan do. Then it hits you: you can make her do anything you want!
So you stroll into the kitchen to find Megan bent over looking in the fridge, with her thong sticking out. Not a bad view. You turn the gun to "mind control," point, and fire. Nothing happens, and you look down at the gun, wondering if this whole charade was just a waste of time. Then you remember Dr. Marks being shrunk and stepped on by Suzi in the office and you know this gun is for real.
"Hey Megan, turn around for a second," you say. She does, immediately, and you smile, thinking of another way to make her do something without coming off as crazy if you're wrong. "See if you can touch your toes." She does. "Now start doing jumping jacks until I tell you to stop." She bounces up and starts going. "Okay, okay," you say with a laugh. "Stop."
"What the hell is going on?" she says with obvious annoyance. "Shut up," you order. "Don't talk until I tell you to. From now on, you're doing what I say." A horrified look comes across her face, and you smile. This is too good.
Unfortunately, you're not sure what to make her do.