"Well, we just lost our subject." said Brendan, slightly annoyed. "What now?"
Brandon laughed. "We find more."
"Allright, good idea. I wasn't quite done with the watch anyway."
The jocks exited the room and dispersed. The twins were walking down the hallway when they saw Alan, a skater. They didn't even try
to conceal the act they were doing, they just hypnotized him right there. What was stranger was, no one was noticing, they just walked
by, olblivious to what was going on.
Brendan put him in a trance.
"I have an idea!" exclaimed Brandon. "Let's make him a teacher!"
"Sure thing bro. Now, Alan, how do you feel about school?"
"I hate it. It needs so much work man. I slack by." he replied.
"Well, that's not true. You love school, because you work here. You disapprove of slacker attitude highly. You're name is Mr. Trevor
Frizzel, aged 46, and you teach chemistry. You are rather smart, and like others to know. You don't smoke or do drugs, and you have
no body hair at all. You're short, and wear suits."
Alan's body morphed to describe Mr. Frizzel, who he had just described.
"Now, when I snap my fingers, you will only remember being Mr. Frizzel."
When Brendan snapped his fingers, the chemistry teacher said "Good dat." and walked off to his classroom.
"Heh, that was good!" exclaimed Brandon. "Let's find someone else!"
"Sure thing bro." said Brendan.
They walked through the halls and the next person they saw was..