"Oh, Zoe ..." Jerry said, grabbing the Goth girl's attention.
"Who the fuck are you? And what the hell are you doing with my mom?" Zoe demanded.
"That's not Mom, Zoe," Jon pointed out. "I made the same mistake earlier. It's dark in here, so ..."
"What the hell do you mean it's not Mom?" Zoe asked. "It's not that dark in here, not with that lamp on."
Jon looked puzzled. It was true that the room should be light enough to see whether or not that woman was his mom. But he was also sure that it was too dark in here to clearly see her. Of course, that wasn't the only thing he was puzzled about. Why was Mikey enjoyably watching two strangers having sex? And how did these two strangers get into his house in the first place?
Jerry sighed. This was a problem that he didn't think he'd have to face so quickly. If only he had developed a Hypno Flash device that could work on multiple people at one time, then make up a story that everyone would instantly believe, whether it was told directly to them or not, sort of like a shared collection of memories, but from their own point-of-view. Unfortunately, this device didn't work like that. He had to manipulate the minds of people one at a time, face-to-face. And that would cause inconsistencies. As it was, Jon's mom thought her name was Pussycat and thought she was a total slut, but she was the only one who believed that her name was anything other than Linda and no one else thought that she was normally a slut.
"Jon, Zoe ... listen to me," Jerry said, knowing that he'd have to put an end to their confusion and anger.
