Karl opened the Common Sense Manipulation Hub, his thumb hovering over the input bar.
He could change anything—bend reality, twist logic, rewrite human behavior.
But what exactly was he gonna type?
His mind went blank.
Then—Chillie Jean came in clutch.
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"Ayo, Karl, don't be shy,
Type it out, gimme that try!
You want a shift? You want that fix?
How 'bout 'oral's the neighbor's kiss!'"
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Karl paused.
He processed what she just said.
Then, slowly, a grin crept onto his face.
Oral sex as a neighborly greeting…
His eyes flicked toward Rebecca, still humming as she poured coffee.
Her lips—soft, full, perfect.
His breath hitched.
Chillie Jean noticed immediately.
"Ohhhh, Karl, I SEE that look—"
Then, suddenly, she jumped onto the screen—her tiny animated form bouncing excitedly as she began typing FOR HIM.
Karl's eyes widened. "Wait—WHAT ARE YOU—?!"
