"For starters, I don't remember any of my past before I met Jerry. So everything I'm about to tell you was basically told to me by Jerry. More to the point, it was left in my head like I had read it in a book. It was all that was left of my past after Jerry mind wiped me. But even to say mind wipe is not quite right. It was more of an upgrade and a reformat. My brain is a lot faster then it was, and also a lot more sturdy. Jerry upgraded my entire body from the inside out and I still don't know what all I can do. Jerry follows my will very closely like a condom on a dick. Wait, I better go back and start over... you will need to know who Jerry is and to meet him before anything else will make sense." Tattoo stopped and looked like he was putting his thoughts in order.

Mandy looked at him funny. "Your sober today and your still talking about mind wipes and upgrades. It sounded weird last night when a drunk said it but now it's kind of creepy. You're coming off as a liar or a nut case, or both. So, introduce me to this Jerry. Maybe he can make this make more sense."

Tattoo sighs. "No, it will get worse before it gets better. Meeting Jerry is going to freak you out, but understand this. You are already in too far to back out, and at this point you can't even run away. You have not noticed but your legs are bound and your pants are for lack of a better word bonded to the chair. Try to move, when you can't please don't scream. I still have a headache and can gag you just as easy but I don't want to. The only reason your bound right now is to prove the point that it's too late to be afraid.

"If you were lying then I would have to think you were crazy. I'm not going to test your claims. I'm just going to sit here and listen." Mandy still looks unsettled but she does not move.

"you still think I might be crazy. That's fair enough. you have showed me you trust me by not even testing what I said. Now, I'm asking you to. Test it, you need to know that I can do what I said I can do and much more. Go on. I won't feel insulted that you didn't trust my words... I want you to know it for sure. If you really won't test it, I can attack you and make you jump out of that chair, or at least try to..."

The look in Mandy's eyes seems a bit frightened now. Tattoo may be crazy and he just said he could attack her. She's not too surprised when she can't move. "I can't move my legs or leave this chair. Would you please undo whatever it is you did? I want to stay but I'd like it to be my choice if you don't mind too much.." She tries it again and stands right up and walks around the room. "That was very freaky but I'm past the desire to scream already. so let continue. You say I don't have any choice, but I do. I can  choose to listen calmly and willingly or I can choose to make you subdue me. Truth be told, If you offered to let me go right now, I'd still stay. My curiosity is going crazy and I still want my questions answered, and I want to know how you just bound and unbound me with out moving an inch, so by all means, introduce me to Jerry, call him in."

"Jerry is always with me, it's not a matter of calling him. Let me show you. I don't have to use words, Jerry knows what I'm thinking and feeling and can and does do what I want before I even know I want it some times but for the most part he waits till I call him or ask him just so I will know when things will happen but he starts getting ready to do what I ask befor I ask him. Hey Jerry do a chair on the table please." Tattoo's last words were to, nobody.

On the table a small office chair slowly forms up from the table and next to it a doorway. Mandy is watching this happen and her jaw is hanging a bit loose. Tattoo reachs over and closes it for her and she smiles sheepishly. The little door opens and a nondescript form walks out of it, like a blank gray clay puppet that walks to the chair and sits down. Very generac features form on his face and plain clothes form on his body.

"hello, I am a manifestation of the being known as Jerry."

Mandy is now standing at the far end of the room. She has walked calmly away from the table when the door next to the chair had swung open. She did not look happy at what she was seeing.

"Am I drugged or hypnotized?" Mandy wants to find normal, understandable reasons for why she is seeing something that can't be real.

"No, Miss Mandy, you are not, but I could get you some drugs or something to calm your nerves. Meeting me has a profound affect on most people. You are doing rather well so far. Tattoo has done better then his normal with choosing you. If you will come back and sit down I could get you some breakfast while we answer your questions as best as we are able." 

Up from the table, much like the chair came a plate of poached eggs on toast with bacon and coffee. Next to the coffee were two creamers and two sweet and low packets.

"I hope you don't mind but I used your goods and supplies. Foods taste better if they are made from the same things as they started out from. That is what Tattoo tells me. I tell him it's the exact same thing right down to the molecular level but he insists I make food from food when ever possible. I also used your mug from the drainer and your water and coffee products. please enjoy." Jerry has a pleasant smile on his tiny face.

"This is quite good." Mandy has come back to the table and started tasting everything to see if it was real. "I was going to ask to touch you or your chair but this is much better of a sample for me to touch and smell and taste, it all seems real. Even though I watched it come up out of a plastic table top, it is not plastic at all. I assume I get an answer to how the fuck you did that as well?"

"Yes Miss Mandy. The how and the why will be in the story you are about to hear." The door, the chair and Jerry all melt down to the table and what is left is a smooth glass half ball with a bunch of holes in he top like a speaker grate. "I take up less room like this and I'm also less distracting this way. When your done eating I'll clean up so don't worry, just relax, eat and listen. if you want more just say so."

"Can I get more bacon? you do it perfectly, I always get it just a bit too crisp. Please keep them coming 2 at a time till I say stop. I love bacon. I don't care what you use to 'make' it as long as it is the same as this, it's bacon."  Mandy laughs.

As Tattoo watches a steady stream of bacon appears and disappears in her plate. Mandy was hungry.  He starts to tell his story, "My name, was Jerry..."