"I'm in..." you say as you finally make it back to your trailer. Vinny comes inside and takes a seat on the bed.
"Not so fast kid," they say as the stretch there legs out in an unlady like fashion. You try not to stare and you don't dare say anything. "We only know a couple of things about you, that's your name and your invention. Wait three things, you were a model prisoner, that last one doesn't make us trust you so much."
"Look Mr Russo, was barely an adult when I switched bodies, I then get aged up a few years, and get sentenced to ten years in prison. I work as a garbage man, I life in this shitty trailer and I'm two strikes from getting sent back to prison because I just wanted to reconnect with my family. Now I learn that my rival has stolen my invention and has made it public. I will do anything if it means I get out of this shitty situation and get revenge while I'm at it too..." Your current body had a bit of a temper and you couldn't help but punching the wall.
Vinny claps and smiles wickedly. "So you've got conviction kid, I'll give you that. But words are still words, and must be backed up by action. So if you'd do anything, it's time to prove it. Before we continue, I want you to...."
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