You rummage through the attachments for a while, eventually finding one labelled "Karen." "Aren't Karens the opposite of slobs?" you think. Whatever, maybe it'd be worth trying out. You plug the attachment into the gun, and fire at a pile of boxes nearby, a golden beam emerging from the gun. Instantly, they stack on top of themselves in ascending size, with tape covering up their holes. In awe, you look at the gun, thinking about how much easier it's going to make cleaning your place.
Speaking of cleaning, the attack is pretty filthy. So, deciding to do Jack a favor, you start blasting the entire room. Mysterious stains disappear, layers of dust are poofed away, and you even get rid of a patch of black mold. Eventually, you turn your attention toward an old mirror. It had a beautiful wooden frame, but was all dusty and covered in water stains. Not really thinking, you blasted the mirror, but were shocked to see the beam reflect right back at you! You hit the deck immediately, and at first you think you avoided the beam, before feeling a tingling in your scalp...
"Oh no..." you stood up and looked in the mirror, which was now spotless. You watched as your hair grew out, into the classic Karen bob cut. It then turned a bleached blonde, with brown highlights. You were stunned, but then started to laugh.
"Well, it looks like I'm a proper Karen now!" Suddenly, you felt light headed. The room swam in front of you, almost like you were drunk. Drunk? No way. You only ever drank Kombucha, and the occasional glass of red wine. The spinning stopped, and you suddenly felt an indignant rage build up in you.
"Damn Jack! That young man thinks I have to pick up after him, like I'm his mother or something! I should go downstairs and give him a piece of my mind!" You stomped angrily downstairs, to give Jack a good talking to.