"Man, this is great!" Brute Force ran his hand through his hair again. "I love being blond! It's just like those commercials! You know, for the highlights. . .the ones where the women get all turned on and stuff?" He elbowed Phil in the ribs a few times as Phil attempted to ignore him.
"We have to get Mxy to fix this. Maybe he can sneeze again and make it all better." Phil looked at Grissom.
"Or he could make it twenty times worse. You remember what being around Mxy's like, yeah?" Montag toyed with his extra fingers. He wasn't used to having five fingers on each hand. This would take some getting used to. Bloody 'ell, how'm I supposed to shoot me custom made guns now? he thought to himself.
"Besides, these'll probly be only temporary effects. I mean you were only a brain for what, twenty, thirty minutes before going back to normal?" He smiled at Phil, remembering his plight.
"I hope you're right." Phil Smith as BF attempted to get up.
"Hey, I'm gonna go to the restroom! See if any hot babes try to jump my bones! You know, like the commercials!"
"Why don't you take your mask off first, bud?" Grissom attempted. BF was still in his hawaiian shirt/shorts/mask combo from earlier.
"And reveal my secret identity to all these people, endangering their lives? Never!" He cheerfully wandered down the aisle before yelling back "You know what else? I don't think I'm sick anymore! Isn't that great!"
