That afternoon, Bunter once again suggested Malcolm Nair as the next Brain Machine test subject. Bunter really didn't like Malcolm flirting with Laurie. And since Hot-Headed Antwon was out of the house, Piers finally took Malcolm up to The Chair.
Piers: Try to relax, Mr Nair. The procedure is relatively painless and lasts only a short time.
Malcolm: Do I get to choose which trait will be changed? I'd really like to keep my Childish one. Laurie likes that trait. And the Genius trait. That might be a good one to keep too.
Piers: I'll most likely be taking a look at that Neurotic trait of yours. Usually nothing to worry about there--I have similar issues myself--but I need to see how deeply it's embedded in your brain. Understand?
Malcolm: I believe so, yes.
Piers: Then here we go...
But something went terribly wrong! I almost jumped out of my seat when I saw this.
I paused the game, worrying whether Malcolm was going to die! But I decided to go on with the experiment. After all, ghost sims can return if wanted. So...on with the show!
Piers: Don't panic, Mr Nair. Just go with it. I need to record everything that's happening.
Malcolm: AAAAAUUUU!!!
Piers: Good man! Just a few more notations...hmm...
Malcolm (drooling and flinching as smoke hisses around him): dudududuuuuu...dududuuuuu
Piers: You can get up now, but stand by until I finish analyzing the scans.
Piers: I seem to see a pattern here. Yes...yes...another yes!
Malcolm: May I go, sir? My legs are kind of shaky.
Piers: Just one moment, please! I'm double checking these scans.
Piers: Mr Nair! Every one of your traits has been changed! Every. Single. One.
Malcolm: All of them, sir? Even the Childish and Genius traits?
Piers: I'm afraid so. The electrical shock must have set up a chain reaction in your head! Apparently that Neurotic trait was VERY deeply entrenched!
Malcolm: Wha...what traits do I have now?
Piers: Well, they're not so bad really. I think you will grow to treasure your new abilities. And if you have trouble with one of them, we can always...
Malcolm: I don't believe so, sir. I think I'll keep what I have now. I just need to think things through a little if you don't mind.
Piers: Not at all, old man. Take a seat.
That evening, as the Full Moon rose higher in the sky, Bunter caught up with Laurie at the foot of the stairs.
He was unconcerned when Malcolm and Jamison came around the corner. Jamison was still amused by Malcolm's ordeal.
Malcolm: Shut it, Jamison! Your turn is coming! ...(seeing Bunter with Laurie) WTH!
Malcolm: Better watch your back, Bunter! You did this to me! I don't know how...but you did it!
Bunter ignored Malcolm. The guy was Neurotic! Wait! Not anymore. HA! What he was now was a Supernatural Skeptic. Didn't believe in vampires and werewolves...and genies. Bunter laughed.
Then he took Laurie up to his room.
Bunter forgot about Malcolm and his threats. He had other things on his mind. He really was enjoying his time with Laurie.
And when the house got quiet, before Laurie left for her own room, Bunter treated them both to a romantic massage.
Meanwhile Malcolm was having trouble getting himself into bed. He couldn't even bring himself to clean the smoke smudges from his aching body.
His sleep was filled with nightmares!
Bunter, on the other hand, was having pleasant thoughts.
Laurie: That was heavenly, Vinnie!
Just in case, though, Bunter decided to put in some more exercise time. He sensed trouble coming. ...And from more than one direction!
