You looked down at your dog. MacGruber was his name, named after the parody of MacGuyver on Saturday Night Live. You've had MacGruber since he was just a tiny puppy, and he trusted you more then anyone else.
You wondered about your new ability, and looked at your dog. Although you were afraid it might cause a negative effect on your furry best friend, you just had to see.
Just then, one of the hottest girls you've seen at school walked by; Katie. she was in your graduating high school class, and always thought you were a creep, because your friends were a lot weirder then you. Hell, you looked cooler by comparison.
She was wearing denim pants with high heeled boots, a teal polo, and a pink hoodie.
You looked at your dog and then at her.
You grinned, and snapped your fingers.
Suddenly, Katie was in MacGruber's place, lying tiredly on the porch in the same position MacGruber was. You looked up and saw your dog walking into Katie's house, giving you a glare before he did; the same glare Katie always gave you.
"Woah..." you say to yourself. You looked down at Katie's body curiously. "MacGruber?" you ask.
Katie's head looked up at you and smiled.
"This is awesome...time to go inside, MacGruber!"
"Woof!" said your dog in his new lovely voice, going inside your house on all fours.
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