Hypnotized, Maybe?

"You want to what?"

"I want to try to hypnotize you. C'mon man, it's nothing worse than some of the other stunts we've done together." This, coming from Cliff. Sure, he's my roommate but sometimes I think he's plain crazy.

"Yeah, and how many of them did you start? And then try and tell me how many went right. Why should I trust you with this? For all I know, I'll wake up a few days later and in jail," I replied.

"Naw man, I won't have you do anything bad. I just want to see if I can do it," said Cliff. "Imagine if I can do it! I could become a world-class entertainer!"

I could imagine him doing much worse. But how could I say no? He's been my wingman for years now, since we were in high school. He's been trying everything he can to get me laid, but not many chicks around here dig a guy who is almost as effeminate as they are. Cliff doesn't have that problem, since he's a tall black guy who never seems to work out but is nevertheless buff as hell.

"Ok, Cliff, you can try it. But no crazy shit, ya hear me?"

"Dude, no crazy shit. Promise!" Cliff replied.

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"Aaaand you're under my control... Hey, are you under?" Cliff said "Dude, don't kid around on me."

I wasn't really under his control. I just wanted to mess around with him and see what he had in mind. Either his hypnosis lacked something or I was just immune to it. So I figured, let's pretend to be under hypnosis. I could always bust him later.

Cliff issued his first command: "Cluck like a chicken."

I used my most monotone voice and said, "Cluck cluck." Surely he can't believe I'm under his powers, can he?

"Woah, it worked! Now what else can I make him do..." Cliff paused and started thinking. Oh boy, now I can see what he had in mind. Then he walked off and went into his room. I wondered what he had in mind. Then he walked out and it was all I could do to stay pretending. He had some women's lingerie in his hands!