...knocked the device to the floor. Nothing seemed to happen and they all breathed a collective sigh of relief until Jack picked up the device.
"What the hell is happening here, and who are you people?" Jack demanded.
"Jack, it's us, it's me Will..."
"and me Grace."
"Will...Grace...okay, then how'd you two turn into your average middle aged couple way past their prime...and who is the old bag?"
"Old bag...old bag...who ya callin an old bag ya whippersnapper, eh?" Karen rattled, and hit him with her purse a few times before Jack screamed uncle.
"Dash bettah young un,now fin me ma teef an make me a martini, an be careful wit dat ting. An you get over eere dearie,"she muttered to Grace as she whipped off her shirt and threw her naked, weathered, breasts out and went to rub up against Grace.
"Well, the old broad is definitely Karen, and what's the fuss about the remote? I mean, I suppose your going to tell me this little TV remote changed all your channels into the gray haired wonders you are...and why is this thing smoking?" he asked in confusion and tossed the device.
"Jack don't you even dare young man!" Grace said as she lunged away from Karen to retrieve the device only to have it go off as she caught it. The next thing she knew...