Suddenly you feel the rapier touch the back of your neck and chop your head off before you have time to react. Luckily Emily catches you so you do not fall to the ground. She turns you around and you see that your mother's head is now on your body. "Mom!" you say.
"Sorry Terrence, but I don't like it when you two argue," your mother says. "It brings back bad memories of when your father was around."
"Sorry, Mom," you and Emily say in unison.
"Anyways, I hope you're not too upset at me stealing your body."
"No trouble," you say. "I did offer to lend it to you. Now go off and have fun."
"Thanks, sweetie. My body is still here if you want to be attached to it." Your mother leaves the room with your body from the neck down, leaving your head in Emily's hands.
"OK, Emily, why don't you want me to have your body?" you ask.
"Terrence, I love ya, little brother, but you're kind of a pervert," Emily answers. "Just like Dad was."
"OK, you've made your point," you say, understanding what Emily meant when she brought up your shared father.
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