Jenny was a good girl. She didn't use curse words. She believed in doing what teachers and responsible adults taught her. She kept her chestnut brown hair in a shoulder length style. Her clothes could best be described as preppy.
She couldn't wait to do her part to protect her country and stop cobra as a member of the Gi Joe team.
The problem was that everything felt foggy. She was lying on a recliner, watching tv, with something on her face, but sometimes she noticed that the recliner was like a dentist's chair, and other times it looked like one of those hair dryers at a hair salon. Then there was the tv. She wasn't sure what the show was about, there were strange looking women doing strange things... but she knew that she had been waiting to watch this show for a long time. But the tv volume was down far too low. She could barely make it out despite listening so carefully.
Several feet away the Baroness asked Zarana: "so, i see parts of Dr. Mindbender's brainwave scanner, but what is the rest of that device?"
"I've adapted the sonic subliminal projector to the earbuds she's wearing from my brother's cold slither plot. And then i've taken the formula for eau de cobra and set up the machine so it will induce infatuation whenever she views me."
"Hmmm, are there any conflicts against combining these technologies?"
Zarana shook her head. "No, each piece of tech worked on its own, but had some fucking bugs in the system. The cold slither subliminals worked heaps, but didn't last when they ended. Then the brainwave scanner's aces as mind control if you want a robot, but its shit as a brainwashing device. And you saw how well the eau de cobra formula worked, if cobra commander had given you a backup supply, that greek shipping billionaire would be your sugar daddy and Flint would be peeling grapes for you in his grundies."
The Baroness looked pensive. "So true, in all honesty, it was only Destro's jealousy that has prevented me from using that formula again, but you seem to have developed a good method for using it."
"Glad you like it. With these working together, it should overcome each device's fuckups . Oh, and in addition to myself, I included you in the subliminals and the video too." The pink haired dreadnok looked towards their victim.
Jen was not a good girl. While she didn't use curse words as often as she could, she didn't let people fuck with her. She didn't trust authority that the sheeple did, like teachers and so-called responsible adults. She was so tired of keeping her chestnut brown hair in a fucking preppy style. Shit, she needed a totally new look.
She couldn't wait to join a military force. She was so sick of being a victim, she remembered just how it felt to be stuck between fucking Gi Joe and fucking cobra ever since that day, she swore whe would become a badass bitch that took shit from no one, and if anyone tried to fuck with her she would fuck them back twice as hard.
The problem was that right now, everything felt foggy. She was lying on a recliner, watching tv, with something on her face, but sometimes she noticed that the recliner was like a dentist's chair, and other times it looked like one of those hair dryers at a hair salon. Then there was the tv. The show seemed to be a combination of punk rock concert, latex fashion show, lesbo porn, and fucking crazy violent slasher films, the plot was hard to follow, but she knew that she had been waiting to watch this show for a long time. But the tv volume was down far too low. She could barely make it out despite listening so carefully...