A pinch of guilt suddenly came over Mikey. He looked at Mark giving a strip tease and said, "Just stop it..."
In a flash, Mark froze. He was still breathing, still alive, but his body was stuck in place.
"What did you do now, Mikey?" Linda was on the verge of tears.
Mikey down the hall to Jon, finally thinking he could do some good.
"Be smart, Jon, and speak perfect English too!" It was a simple command.
"Dear Heavens, Mikey!" Jon spoke, now with a British accent. It was odd, considering Jon was now a sexy Latina, "You have made quite the mess of all of us, haven't you?"
"Yes," Mikey replied.
"But you're finally up for fixing it, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Very well! I believe I have the solution, but I need your assistance. First, I need you to say anything I desire of you!"
Mikey hesitated before agreeing, "I'll do that. I'll do exactly what you say."
And another flash. Mikey was now in Jon's complete control.
