Destiny looked down at the bottle briefly and then picked up and sprayed it at Larry. His look of startled surprise suddenly vanished as he dropped to the floor with a thump. Destiny cautiously walked over to him, wondering what exactly was in the spray bottle. Did it just make him want to sleep? She remembered blacking out when Larry sprayed her earlier in the dressing room and then "waking up" in his office. So maybe it didn't just make people sleep.
"Larry?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, sleepily.
He wasn't asleep. It's like he was in a daze or something. Kind of like Gloria, in fact, who was still standing silently across the room.
Was that what the spray did? Put people in dazes? But why? What was the point?
"I wish I knew what this stuff does," she said aloud.
Suddenly, Larry spoke. "It allows you to condition people and make them do anything you want them to."
"Really?" Destiny asked, pleased at the idea of it. There were lots of people she'd love to try this on.
"Yes," Larry said, sleepily, still lying on the floor.
Ideas flew through her head of how to use this spray to her advantage. Of course, being a bubble brain bimbo, all her ideas only centered around fashion and sex.
She looked down at Larry and suddenly had an idea of what to do with him. "Larry ..." she began.
