"Fucking finally, dude. What took you so long?"
"And hello to you to." Tom said, entering Biffs home. Tom didn't really like Biffs home, it was too small and too messy. Still, there was no way he was going to have Biff come round to his place. "The guy tried to rip me off. Guess he didn't realise who he was messing with, I applied a bit of pressure and he went running with his tail between his legs."
"Hah!" Biff gave out a rough laugh which echoed around the empty house. "Nice one. Are the cards good?"
Tom grinned. "Oh yeah, they are really good!" He pulled out the envelope from his pocket and threw it at Biff, who tore open the envelope with reckless abandon.
Biff stared at the card, his eager grind turning into a gormless look that suited his face so well. "Is this a fucking joke? It's blank."
Tom smiled. "Are you sure? Check again, I swear I saw your face on there."
"Don't fuck with me, I told you, it's bla-" Biff looked at his card, his gormless face turning to shock (Even though it still looked pretty gormless to Tom), "What the fuck?"
Tom chuckled. "It's some sort of, I dunno, smart card! Must be the latest in counterfeiting, updates to what you say! That way, you can never be wrong if you're interrogated about it!" He passed his card to Biff. "Here, try it out, ask me anything about my card."
Biff stared at Tom's card. "OK, let's try... What's your birthday?"
"Christmas day."
"No, it's... Huh." Biff looked down at the card. "It is. That's pretty cool!" He began to smile again, like a dog with a new toy. "Try again, what's your address?"
"123 Fake Lane." Tom rested his head back, beginning to wonder. "Tokyo."
"Holy shit!" Biff said. "Look!" The drivers license had completely changed. Now, it was covered in Japanese characters, with the occasional number thrown in for good luck. The picture of Tom had not changed.
"Oh wow!" Tom said, "That's awesome! But, we should probably play it safe. I live in America." He said, In the blink of an eye, the license was back to normal. "That is cool though. Go on, give me one more."
Biff looked down at the card, and gave a dark smirk. "OK, why do you have your hair in pigtails in your photo?"
Tom was taken back by the question, what was Biff talking about? Before he could respond, Biff began laughing his obnoxious laugh."Oh my god!" He wheezed, as he showed Tom his card. In the picture, Tom was staring at the camera, looking exactly the same, except he had his hair styled in massive, blow-dried pigtails, shockingly big and out there, dyed blue and red at the ends. He looked like he was in the middle of getting ready to cosplay Harley Quinn.
"Oh you dick." Tom said. "I don't have pigtails." In a blink of an eye, his hair in the picture had returned to normal. "Give me that." He snatched the card from Biff, and began to wonder again. "Try that again."
"You have pigtails in the picture." Tom looked at the picture on his ID. No change.
"Interesting. You can change information on any card you're holding, or change your card at any time." Tom looked at Biff. "No offence, but I think I'll keep this on me from now on."
Biff gave a begrudging nod. "Can't blame you. Now, let's get down to business. Are you ready to..."
