“Jacob, you haven’t been using that reality engine again, have you?”
>Noooo. Why do you ask?
“It’s just… something seems different. I can’t put my finger on it, but I swear something changed.”
>Huh. Things seem perfectly normal to me. I did open the curtains. Maybe it’s just that there’s more light in here so things seem brighter and prettier?
“I guess that could be it. I just…were my tits always this big? They seem improbably large.”
>Well, I’m sure they must have been smaller at some point, but they’ve been that spectacular ever since I could remember.
“Well, that’s sweet of you to say so. Still, something is different. I’ll figure it out eventually. You’re sure you haven’t been using that reality engine?”
>Cross my heart! If I’m lying, may I go impotent! You trust me, don’t you?
“Oh, of course I do, Jacob. Come give your old grandma a hug and a screw and then I’ll make you cookies like I promised.”