Biff grabbed his head and said "I wish all these memories would go away so I won't be confused anymore."
"What are you talking about?" Randy asked. "What memories?"
Biff looked at him. He no longer saw Randy as a friend. He saw him as someone who wanted to get into his pants. The thing was, Biff wasn't confused anymore and he knew exactly who he was.
He was Melissa. And he was best friends with Amber.
Biff began to act effeminate and put his hands on his hips. "We broke up months ago, Randy. Why am I even talking to you?"
"What the hell are you talking about? Why are you acting like that?"
"Acting like what?" he asked, using Melissa's inflections.
"Acting like a girl."
"Ugh, because I am a girl?"
"Biff, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm not Biff. I'm Melissa."
"Melissa?" Amber asked, now paying more attention.
Biff turned and smiled at her, warmly. "Hi, Amber."
"I thought you said I was Melissa?" Melissa asked.
"You are," Amber said. "Biff's just playing around."
"Why is everyone calling me Biff?" he asked, getting annoyed.
"Because you are Biff," Amber said.
"Well, I wish ..."
