Keenan picked up, sounding like he is sweating profusely (and he certainly is).


    “Angus - is that you?”


    Angus stayed silent, brooding in rage.


    “Now look Angus - I know you’re probably wondering - what’s going on? Things are all of a sudden pretty topsy turvy here.”


    “No I wasn’t wondering what happened at all. I know exactly what happened you fool. It doesn’t take a Fields Medal to work out that you’ve Freaky Fridayed a bunch of people. That’s what our machine does after all.”A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    “Oh. You think? I mean - you’re for sure certain? Because-”


    “Do you think? Do you think? What are the odds someone else was working on something exactly like our machine, do you think? I call that longer odds than your nose when you said to Phillip King you could pull this off, Pinnochio motherfucker!”


    Keenan let out a deep sigh, punctuated by a quick SMASH. SMASH. SMASH and then a THUD.


    “Oh god Angus. I’ve just brained Wei Hei. She was coming at me with a spear! It was her or me!”


    And Angus hung up.