"Oh, yeah, Jeffy, you make a fine pair of gum boots for your old Uncle
Jim, who wasn't even related to you 3 days ago," Jim says with a laugh
as he stomps out in the backyard minefield. Jeff wishes that he'd
cleaned up all the dog poo earlier when his mother asked.
SQUISH! EW!
"Don't worry, Jeffy, you'll end up stepping in worse before I even
consider changing you into anything else. And you can basically forget
about being human. After I hose my gumboots off, I'm going upstairs to
re-edit your profile on the Chronivac. Then while you continue to
think of me as Uncle Jim, your folks will think of me as their son
Jimmy - they never had a Jeffy - see, and maybe I'll make your buddy
Keith into my little brother. Haha, that's an idea big 6' 4" hulking
jock Keith reduced to 5'3" little wimp bro Keith, and I'll let him
keep both sets of memories. That would probably humiliate him more
than getting him to change himself into my jockstrap. I think I'll
save that humiliation for Brad. He's always trying to make himself a
better jock. I'll just program the Chronivac to make him select that
option for himself. I know I'll ask his on-again-off-again girlfriend
Lexis out- haha- bet you didn't know that used to be Coach Alex, did
ya? I bet you still don't know who I was, do you, Jeffy? Well, i'm
not going to tell you. You still have your memories of me and what you
and your buddies did to me, but I wonder if you can figure out who I
was before I started using the Chronivac to exact my revenge? Haha.
Well, you think about that I need to get to work on my Chronivac
before your- I mean my daddy gets home. Did you know he's taking me
on a fishing trip tomorrow?"