There was no real reason to lie to her. Aside from being a total dumbass by dropping the remote and breaking it I didn't do anything wrong so trying to bullshit my way out of this would only make things worse. While still doing my best to cover my privates I tried to explain just how I ended up like this.
"So the TV remote turned into some kind of size changing device." Karen replied with obvious skepticism in her voice. It certainly sounded like the most bizarre, made up thing imaginable, but the proof was standing there right before her. "And the first thing you did with it was try and use it on your own mother, correct?"
Her eyes narrowed into what I hoped wasn't a judgemental stare, but she was right all the same. I sheepishly nodded my head and tried to explain myself as best I could. "It was just meant to be a prank! I wasn't gonna-"
"You tried to use it on me, only to mess up and hit yourself instead. So that's why you're like this. Not only that, but you somehow managed to drop the remote too and it broke. Then I found you running across the floor and here we are. Is that the jist of it?" Her powerful voice effortlessly cut me off and drowned me out completely. I was forced to listen to her ruthless scolding and knowing a simple nod wouldn't cut it this time I muttered out a strained "Yes ma'am."
"Well then!" Karen let out with a deafening clap of her hands. Her mood suddenly seemed to shift to something somewhat more chipper, which I couldn't tell was a good sign or a bad sign. "Now that we're all up to speed what do we do with you, hmm? I've been giving it some thought and I've decided I'm going to..."
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