Mike, now reluctantly dressed in a polka-dotted suit walked through into the lounge and was suprised to see that it too had been clowned too.
"Odd..." he said to himself, he wondered why the living room would also change...but upon stepping into Chris' room, he got his answer. His son's room had also changed to a bright and cheerful theme as posters of clown girls hung on the walls. Sitting in the chair was a very fat clown of around 16 years of age.
Chris had obviously either thought the machine was a joke or wanted to see what he'd look like as a clown...
For one, he was now overweight, moreso than Mike, the room also seemed to have changed to accomidate as the once normal trash can that only held the occasionall bits of paper was now full to the brim of candy wrappers and junk food packaging.
Chris himself had a ruddy orange complexion just like his father as well as the usual white patches around his eyes. However, he also had a few differences, his lips were white and arched into a smile as a large red circle sat on both of his cheeks with a few black dotted freckles in it. He also had a full head of blue hair unlike his father. One noticable difference was the fact that he now had buck teeth that stood out when he opened his mouth. He wore a white shirt with red polka-dots and wide yellow pants with a blue checkered pattern. Large red clown shoes adorned what Mike suspected were Chris' large feet. Typically a large red clown nose adorned Chris' nose and his eyebrows were just drawn on lines.
Mike was about to let loose the anger on his son...when suddenly...both Chris and Mike went blank...
Chris had forgot to switch off the mental settings as Mike laughed and honked his nose before saying in his goofy voice "Hello there Tubby! How is my son?" he asked, honking Chris' nose. Chris just laughed and smiled widely. His father had named him "Tubby" when he was young because of Chris' large appitite...