Besides, when he'd spun threads together earlier, he'd made this mall special. The threads of other parts of the addventure in fact, were all represented here.
There were furries for sale. Oh, yes, he owned the parent company. Sharon didn't know that though. When he'd respun his personal reality, he'd decided to keep most of the people he usually interacted with ignorant of his new status.
As to the furries, well, they were represented on several threads, were they not?
So too the transformational gimmick shop. He'd made himself immune to the effects of that silly little laptop though. Anything done to him had to have his approval before it would affect him, sort of a line item veto power.
Oh to be sure, now that things were settling down, he could change less and less as it stabilized. He still had a few minutes though.
What to do? What to do?
A Utopia was impossible without mind control. Some conservation groups insisted that humanity was inherently evil and the only creature that fouled its nest (despite evidence to the contrary such as the wolverine) or slaughtered for fun (hyenas, certain cats, etc) and so on. Ask a dozen people and you'd get a dozen different ideas once you got out of the vague all encompassing answers like "no more starvation" or "no more violence".
Remaking the world as a Utopia was possible for another twenty one seconds. Ah, it was already passed.
He could have made himself the King Of Sweden, put the technological level fifty years ahead of the United States, and happily given himself no more onerous a duty than judging the Bikini Team playoffs.
Why? Why not? Who said evil had to have all the fun?
Instead, Jim decided to get a very special gift for Sharon. One from the:
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