Keenan picked up, sounding like he is sweating profusely (and he certainly is).

  “Angus - is that you?”

  Angus stayed silent, brooding in rage.

  “Now look Angus - I know you’re probably wondering - what’s going on? Things are all of a sudden pretty topsy turvy here.”

  “No I wasn’t wondering what happened at all. I know exactly what happened you fool. It doesn’t take a Fields Medal to work out that you’ve Freaky Fridayed a bunch of people. That’s what our machine does after all.”

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  “Oh. You think? I mean - you’re for sure certain? Because-”

  “Do you think? Do you think? What are the odds someone else was working on something exactly like our machine, do you think? I call that longer odds than your nose when you said to Phillip King you could pull this off, Pinnochio motherfucker!”

  Keenan let out a deep sigh, punctuated by a quick SMASH. SMASH. SMASH and then a THUD.

  “Oh god Angus. I’ve just brained Wei Hei. She was coming at me with a spear! It was her or me!”

  And Angus hung up.