"Oh that's just great, you moron," Biff said. "Without that machine, we'll never get back to normal." He then heard footsteps coming towards him and felt someone slug him across the face. "What the hell?!"
Then he heard his voice, his original voice. "See how you like getting slugged, you fucking asshole." It was Trevor.
Biff didn't like being hit and the fact that he was in Jay's body made it worse. For the first time ever, he felt weak.
"Trevor," Jon said, with Trevor's voice. "Get these restraints off."
"But first, turn on a light. It's too dark in here. I can't see," Jay said, with Jon's voice.
They heard footsteps walking away from them and then the overhead fluorescents came on, bathing the room in some much-needed light.
Jon stared at Trevor (who still occupied Biff's body). There were blood stains on his hands, probably from the old man. He must have beat the guy to a pulp. Jon wondered if the old man was even still alive after that ... and the collision with the machine.
"Now get us out," Jay said. "Please."
