Jake looked around frantically. He spotted his yoga pants and bra, and, thankfully, his phone was right there with them! He grabbed the phone first and generated a new sentence.
"Jackie just had the best sex of her life." Quickly, Jake changed "her" to "his". He sighed in relief as his precious member returned. He went to get his clothes, which were, weirdly, yoga pants and a tank top. Before he could put them on, however, the door opened.
Over the moans of pleasure from the slutty lawyers, Jake heard a voice.
"Jackie?!"
Apparently, his name hadn't changed back. He'd have to fix that.
Jake turned around. Mr. Thompson stood in the doorway, completely ignoring the women having sex, staring at him.
"What are you doing?!" Mr. Thompson demanded. Jake searched his mind frantically for something, anything.
"My job," he blurted out. Mr. Thompson crossed his arms.
"Oh, really?" he said. Jake quickly generated a new sentence in the still open app. "Well, in that case-"
Jake changed "Jackie isn't telling the truth" to "Jackie is telling the truth". He submitted the change and looked back at Mr. Thompson.
"-you should get back to work!" Mr. Thompson finished. "Take care of your customers!"
"Right away, Mr. Thompson," Jake said. Mr. Thompson left. Jake looked down at his phone, perplexed. He'd just snuck his way into having a job where all he did was fuck beautiful women. He had to know what job that was, what his career had become.