The remote glows in your hand a warm jade hue. You feel pulses of power shooting through your right arm as you hold the remote.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Kip! Are you in there? It's me, Yvonne!"
Why in the baked beans did she decide to show up now? I didn't even ask her to come over to play Nintnedo Swith. It's not our game night.
Wait...(knock, knock)...maybe I if I can...hmmm...
I open the door and see Yvonne standing there in her WWE Seth Rollins T-shirt and purple streaked hair.
"Kip, what gives? You were suppose to pick me up after my job interview?"
Doh! I forget. Quick...Play it off.
"Well, I had a..urh package came for me. "
Yvonne's blue eyes show doubt. "Yeeeah. I'm suppose to believe that."
"Here...let me show you what I just received."
Immediately I push the Program button ontthe remote and her body seizes up like she is in frozen in ice. Her eyes are half shut and she is standing at attention.
"Yvonne is ready for your programming now!", a British female voice squawks out of the remote.
What the...?
"Yvonne...Yvonne...Hellloooo?"
No response.
I grab the manual and read how to program. This ought to be...fun.
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