Steve wrote slowly, in longhand, just to add insult to injury. Janet's boyfriend could do nothing but watch from his rooted position.
"The person standing in front of me will, when I have finished this whole paragraph, transform into another office whore, similar in many ways to Janine. She will be perpetually aroused and lustful towards me, but if I am busy she will have no qualms with going to work on herself, as it were. If I give her a direct command she will have to comply with it one hundred percent. this guy's old consciousness will still be there, somewhere, but it will be powerless to stop the influx of what his new body will want to do."
"Do we think that'll do?" asked Steve, his pen still resting on the paper to indicate that he hadn't quite finished.
"Please, tear it up. You don't have the right," Janet's boyfriend said.
"Perhaps not, but I do have the pen," said Steve.
Janet's boyfriend closed his eyes and silently prayed for some form of salvation, while Steve, with a sense of great satisfaction, added the final full stop.