As the hourglass ticks down, a car pulls into driveway. Simon looks out the window, it's his brother Chris.
"Here, Sparky! Hey, Simon, is Sparky up there? I've got to take him to vet's today to be dewormed!" Chris shouts, "Simon, you up there?"
"Oh, great!" Simon said as Sparky the naked buff man started to walk toward door in answer to Chris' call.
"Stay, Sparky," Simon whispers and reaims emitter toward Sparky who waits in front of closed door. Simon types, "Species: Canine, Gender: Male, Preference: Gay..." He hits enter.
Chris' footsteps can be heard climbing the stairs. The hourglass is ticking. The footsteps stop on the other side of the door.
"Hey, Squirt, you in there? Jacking off or sleeping? Is Sparky in ther---" Chris' word slur as the color drains from his field of vision. By the time the machine chimes, Sparky is his old self, but he seems really anxious now to get out of Simon's room. He scratches at door, and barks. Another bark answers from the other side of Simon's cheap hollow bedroom door. Simon opens the door, and another dog with Chris' hair coloring, and wearing Chris' clothing is standing there. Immediately, it shucks off shorts and proceeds to sniff Sparky's rear.