John made his way to the school. When he got there he realized he had a meeting scheduled with Principal Callahan, a 56 year old man with balding white hair and the most boring personality you have ever seen.
He gets to Callahan’s office and before he goes in, he gets on his laptop and puts into the chronivac, “I can be on the chronivac and no one will notice.” Satisfied, he opens the door and walks into the principals office.
Mr. Callahan was sitting at his desk, wearing a white shirt, blue tie and black pants.
“Mr. McMahon, please have a seat.” Mr. Callahan said.
John sits down. “Hi Mr. Callahan. What do you need?”
Mr. Callahan looks him in the eyes and says, “Nothing, I’m required to have meetings with all the teachers every semester.”
Callahan drones on and on and John gets bored and decides to get his chronivac out. He takes out his laptop and types, “Mr. Callahan’s hormones goes way up and gets higher and higher. He is unaware of this change.” As soon as John presses the enter key, Mr. Callahan’s eyes widen and he clears his throat. He keeps talking, but his face gets super red and he moans after about a minute.
“You okay there, Mr. Callahan?” John asks, feigning innocence.
“Oh yes I’m perfectly fiiiiINE! OHHHHH YEAH! THAT’S IT!” Mr. Callahan exclaimed, finally blowing his load into his pants.
“Oh, sorry about that,” Mr. Callahan told John, “Happens sometimes.”
John smiled. “No worries sir. Are we all done here?” John asked.
“Almost,” Mr. Callahan said, “I need to find a new pair of pants.”
John got an idea.
“I can help with that, Mr. Callahan. Don’t worry.” John said.
He pulled out his chronivac and wrote, “ Mr. Callahan no longer wears shirts or pants. He walks around in his underwear, unaware anything is wrong. No one thinks anything is wrong.” He presses the enter key and Mr. Callahan’s shirt and pants disappear, leaving him wearing only a dingy jockstrap.
“Alright then, guess I should head off to class.” John says.
He packs up his stuff and leaves the office smiling.