Suddenly, the sound of the door opening downstairs could be heard from Jeff's room, but there was no one there to hear it. After a few moments, Jeff's friend Mark entered the room.
"Jeff?" He looked around the room. "You home, man?"
Before another word escaped his mouth, Mark saw the open program on Jeff's computer.
"Oh, ho, ho!" he exclaimed. "Is this what I think it is?" He walked over to the computer and read what was on the screen. He looked over at the denim set sitting on the chair next to him. An evil grin spreading across his face.
"Well, well, well." Mark said turning back to the computer. He began messing with the settings for Jeff's transformation, changing the time limit from an hour to "indefinite". "It looks like my good buddy Jeff got me a new Chronivac 4.0 and a sweet denim set." Mark shut down the program and ejected the disk, unplugging the transformation device from the USB port. He walked over to the chair and picked Jeff up. He turned around and left the room, laughing maniacally, Jeff's limp, helpless body slung over Mark's shoulder. . .