Jason made sure he was out of the store before generating a new sentence.
"The farmers must use their own manure because animal manure is illegal."
That was a strange way the world had adjusted for the diapered farmers. And it wasn't what Jason wanted. He wanted the farmers to use their own manure because it was their choice, not because they didn't have any alternatives! It took a few tries, but eventually, he was able to generate a good sentence and edit it so that the farmers used their own manure because they wanted to.
Suddenly, the diapered farmers in the store looked happier. But as Jason continued to watch, he noticed that the farmers wore the diapers and used them in the store, but completely lacked any diaper bulges when they left. He generated a new sentence. He frowned, frustrated. It seemed that the farmers only wore their diapers while working. That wasn't what he wanted!
It again took a few tries, but eventually, Jason got the farmers leaving the store with visible diaper bulges. He couldn't help but laugh as one of the farmers abruptly squatted in the middle of the mall walkway, grunting loudly as he filled his diaper with poop. The farmer finished messing himself, then checked his diaper. He smiled, apparently pleased by the amount of manure he had produced, and waddled off, his diaper sagging and stinking.
Jason was pleased. If course, he could try to mess with the farmers even more. Putting them in diapers reminded him of babies, which reminded him of breastfeeding; he could make the farmers produce their own milk instead of raise calves. There were other ways he could need with them, too. Another part of Jason was curious what it was like to be one of the diapered farmers. And, of course, he could call the diaper farmer store good and go edit something else.