A damn dark caption.

"Hey Robert, how do you like being Mr. Hawthorne? Like his muscles?"

"God, I forgot how good it felt to be this young!" Robert said as he felt his right arm, feeling his new bicep. "I wonder what he can lift."

"At least me!" Colm said with a dark laugh. "Remember that camera we put in, what we saw? We should try doing that later! They seemed to like it!"

"Oh we can do more than that later, Trisha!" Robert said with a smile.

"Oh, Anthony!" Colm said, a dark smile on Trisha's former face. "This is going to be so fun being them. Think any of these idiots will realize it?"

"Not a fucking chance!" Robert laughed. "These people are so full of themselves they'd never notice. We just have to mouth the same tired bullshit and we'll be fine. Hell, I bet we could show them Trisha's and Anthony's brains in jars and then spin it like they're movie props and they'd believe us!"

"Think we should?" Colm said, now amused.

"Nah, can't. They dealt with those already. Not that they had much in the way of brains anyway. Two seventyish neuroscientists versus those two upper class fools? I'm surprised there was anything in their heads at all."

"Well, there is now, 'sweetie' and we're going to have so much fun with it! Come on, let's get out of here! I can't wait to see what we can get away with now!"