Randy restarted time. Meredith blinked at the page and reread the message that seemed to appear out of nowhere. She looked up to see if anyone was near, but only her friend Tara, who was busy sketching was nearby. She grew angered at the rude message and wondered how she could have missed it. She didn't notice her shorts were now on backwards with the fly open.
At the same time, Tara looked up at the statue. "That wasn't there before," she thought. She then noticed her breast felt different. She reached up and felt her breast through her shirt. She then looked back at the statue. "That's my bra!" she said
"What's that?" asked Meredith.
"My bra!" said Tara as she turned towards her friend. It's on that statue!"
Meredith saw the mustache and goatee on Tara's face and laughed. "Going Bohemian are we?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The mustache and goatee." Meredith pointed to Tara's face.
Tara reached in her purse for her compact. "Oh my God!" She muttered as she saw her face. "What the fuck is going on?!"
Martin stopped time. With Tara very flustered and Meredith a bit confused, this was the perfect time to mess with them again.
Wed Jul 26 22:33:27 2000