Biff grabbed the note. Not because he wanted to read it, but because his curiosity of the "magic note" outweighed his common sense.
But when the note got close enough to him, Biff felt compelled to read it anyways. "I wish that I would turn into whatever name I call someone, for six hours."
He crumpled up the note without thinking about it and tossed it into a nearby trash can.
"Hey, why did you throw that way?" Jay asked. "I thought you needed it to get back to normal or something."
Biff blinked, then became agitated. It was bad enough that he had turned into a geek, but now he was hanging around one? And why didn't he keep his thoughts to himself? "Shut up, you retard."
As soon as Biff finished that last sentence, he started to feel dizzy, just like he had right before he became a geek. It was happening again. But why?
He thought back to the wish he just made and realized what was happening. He said the word RETARD! That meant that for the next six hours, he'd ...
Suddenly, Biff found it hard to think. What was he talking about? Talking? Was that the right word? He couldn't remember. In fact, he couldn't remember a lot of things. He didn't have amnesia. He just couldn't access knowledge like he could before. Everything was really sluggish.
"Wha ..." He tried to say something, but it came out all weird. And his muscles seemed to lock up and move in awkward ways, making it difficult to walk.
He was scared.
