John bolted upright as soon as he could move and took steps away from his wife and daughter. "What the hell are you two trying to do!?"
Linda stood watching John while Joan crouched to pick up the headphones. "It is part of our plan. To make everyone efficient, we must first make you a professional."
John's brow furrowed in confusion. "That is not what I commanded you to do!" He screamed, edging his way towards the door. He didn't even notice that his clothes had changed into business pantsuit and that he was wearing a tie. "Though, the idea does not escape me - professionalizing me would indeed improve our possibilities for success." He said suddenly, in a completely different tone.
"What? Who said that?" John said, looking around.
Joan stood up, looking at her mother quizzically. "It seems the process isn't quite finished yet."
Linda nodded at her daughter then turned to John. "You must be a professional, dear. It is your dream."
John found himself nodding. "But of course, that is why I created you." He said. A moment later the reality of what he said dawned on him. "No. No. No! What's going on!?"
And with that, he darted out of the room before either woman could stop him. Linda and Joan made their way after him, but were too late before he locked himself up in his workshop.
