“Are you sure they’re working this time?” Finley asked Arnold, “The last time you told they were fixed, I put it on and instead of returning to my own body, I found myself in Melissa’s.”
“It was just a bug,” Arnold assured him, “Totally fixed now. I promise.”
“Well, I suppose i can’t be worse than being Melissa. I’ve hated being a woman and dealing with things at the absolute worst possible time of the month...if you know what I’m saying?”
Arnold just kept smiling. He really didn’t know if the helmets were fixed, but he was certainly intereste to see what would happen if Finley used it again. His brain could end up just about anywhere.
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