"Randy? Randy who?" Jay asked.
"Randy Goodman, you dumbass," he answered, after his mind cleared. He looked down at himself and nearly went into shock again. "What the hell? What happened to my body?!"
"It's not your body," Athena said. "It's Biff's."
Randy looked up. "You mean that dickweed?"
"He's not a dickweed," Jay said. "Whoa, I can't believe I just defended Biff Meadows." It was a weird feeling.
"Why shouldn't you?" Randy asked. "Everyone knows you're best friends."
Jay smiled. "I guess that means that we're best friends, then."
"What? No way. I'd rather be dead than be friends with you."
"What is it with all you jocks?" Jay asked. "You treat me and my friends as if we're the losers, yet we're the smartest people in the school. Popularity and good looks aren't everything, you know. Maybe you should give us a chance."
"Ooh, nice speech," Randy said, demeaning Jay. "Now, how do I get back to normal?"
