While Jim plotted, a stranger suddenly appeared outside the salon. This was Sean, an author turned into a character, who was cursed to travel from one 1000-episode to another. Currently, he was bare-chested, wearing jeans, an unusual belt, and a magical backpack. He had just come from episode 386000, where he had been partying with Natalie Portman.
Sean looked around and didn't see much of anything exciting happening, which was quite unusual. But then, he looked at the salon, and noticed the light was on. Inside, he could see someone moving around. He tested the door, found that it was unlocked, and went inside. And there, he saw Jim walking around, while holding a gun. Sharon and two other women that Sean didn't recognize (Cindy, and Dannette) were standing motionless, staring blankly ahead. Five other women (Suzy and four other beauticians) were restrained in salon chairs, though they were also motionless with blank expressions on their faces. There was also a large bloody smear on the ground, as if a dead body had been dragged somewhere, to get rid of the evidence.
"Jim? Is that you? What's going on?" Sean asked.
Jim panicked. He saw a stranger who must not be allowed to interfere with his plans. Jim had already murdered one man (and disposed of the body) today, so what was one more? Jim pulled out his gun, aimed at Sean's head, and pulled the trigger. BANG!
Sean collapsed to the ground. Two murders in one day, Jim thought. This is getting easier and easier. Jim walked over to Sean's body, to make sure he was dead. Examining Sean, Jim discovered that he hadn't actually killed Sean; the bullet must've simply grazed his skull, knocking him out. No matter, he was a sitting duck now, Jim thought as he aimed his gun at Sean's motionless head.
But something stayed his hand. Jim noticed that Sean had an unusual gun holstered on his belt. Taking a careful look at it, he realized it was something called a "BE gun". Wondering if this stranger had anything else like this, Jim opened up Sean's backpack and found that it was like one of those "bags of holding" he remembered from back when used to play D&D. It contained an infinite extradimensional space, and yet he could easily retrieve the items inside. However, all that was in the backpack were several syringes labeled BioTech and filled with varicolored liquids.
Jim realized what this meant. This stranger was a mad scientist too. That was the only explanation for this advanced equipment. This meant that Jim wouldn't have to involve Rick in this scheme after all. Jim quickly made certain preparations...
Sean awoke a while later, with a heck of a headache. He realized that he was restrained to a salon chair, just as the women he saw earlier were. But more importantly, he was naked. Actually, his pants and underwear had only been pulled down to his ankles, but without a shirt, it was the same as being naked. He was also no longer wearing his backpack. "Oh, great, what have I gotten myself into this time?" he wondered.
"Ah, good, you're awake at last," Jim said, walking into view. "I've taken the liberty of implanting you with a control chip. You now have to obey every command I give you."
"What? Why are you doing this?"
"Because clearly you have the intellect needed to help me operate the equipment here at this salon. I was going to wake the owner, Suzy, but I think I'd rather keep her as a mindless sex slave. I need a mad scientist like you."
"Mad scientist? What makes you think I'm a mad scientist?"
"Don't play dumb with me. That won't work. I found this," Jim said, showing the magical backpack. "And this," Jim said, showing the BE-gun which he then dropped into the backpack. "And these," Jim said, pulling out the BioTech syringes before dropping them back in. "And I'm sure this does something too," Jim said, showing the anti-remote-control belt which he put into the backpack as well. "Your inventions are almost as wonderful as the items here," Jim said, showing Sean the cans of KO-chemical, the BE cream, the bimbo pills, and their antidotes, all of which Jim tossed into the backpack. "I have such a wonderful collection of toys now, but these are as nothing!" He tossed the backpack to the ground and it landed at Sean's feet. "There are devices here that are far more complicated. The tissue graft machine, for example. I think I understand how to make gross physical changes with it, but the more subtle ones elude me. Then, there's the mind conditioner. I can copy minds (and I've stored a copy of yours on disk, by the way), but making subtle alterations in a person's personality is complicated. You will show me how to do this. But first," Jim said, pulling a syringe full of red liquid out of the backpack, "You will tell me what these do."
"No, I can't," Sean said. He actually was unable to resist Jim's command, but since he didn't know what chemicals were in the syringes, he couldn't obey.
"That's odd. You shouldn't be able to resist me," Jim said. "Unless you're like Will and have protected yourself somehow from my control. If that's the case, you're useless to me." Jim pondered the possibilities. He still might have partial control, even if this scientist had protected his mind against revealing the secrets of his inventions.
"You will tell me your name," Jim said.
"My name's Sean," Sean replied.
That convinced Jim that Sean might be at least partly under his control. Or maybe, he didn't mind telling his name. He needed a better test. And then he remembered the test he had been given to show that he was under Cindy's control. Jim left and returned with long-handled pruning shears.
"Don't move until I tell you to," Jim said. He then positioned the pruning shears just right, so that each handle was in one of Sean's hands, and the blades surrounded Sean's genitals. Standing back, Jim said, "Now, castrate yourself."
Sean had no control over himself as he began to move the handles of the shears closer together, within the limits of movement that his restraints would allow. Unfortunately, that would be enough to lop off his cock and balls. Just as he started to draw blood, Jim yelled, "Stop!"
Sean gladly stopped, just in the nick of time. Jim had to watch carefully to time it just right, but he did. "You see, you are under my control, after all," Jim said as he took the shears away from Sean. "Now, you will do as I ask, or you will suffer. Now, tell me what is in this syringe."
"I can't," Sean said.
"Very well, you continue to resist me. You shall pay a price for your resistance," Jim told him. And then, Jim...
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