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"We can explain, Vince," Torrie-Taker said, trying to stand up. She couldn't, though, because her body was so tangled up with Taker-Batista's and Batista-Torrie's.

"How can you explain why you're playing half-naked Twister?" Vince asked angrily. "And you didn't even invite me! You know that's my favorite game!"

"Sorry, man," Taker-Batista said, entangling himself from the other two and standing up. "We were just trying to lighten up the seriousness of our situation."

"What situation?" Vince demanded. "And why, Batista, do you sound like the Undertaker?"

"Torrie, care to explain?" Batista-Torrie asked from the floor. Vince looked suspiciously down at Torrie's body, wondering why she sounded like Batista, and wondering in general what the hell was going on between the three.

"Mr. McMahon, I made a machine that allows people to switch bodies. I call it Project TMTYGITWLYSBWS," Torrie-Taker said.

"Why not just call it 'The Machine That You Get In That Will Let You Switch Bodies With Someone'?" Vince asked. "I mean, that would make much more sense."

"I know!" Torrie-Taker said. "These two guys insisted that I call it the Body Switcher. As if that makes any sense at all!"

Taker-Batista and Batista-Torrie looked at each other and rolled their eyes, both thinking that Torrie was one dumb bitch and Vince was a dumb bitch, too.

"Let me ask one question... Why do you look like the Undertaker and sound like Torrie?" Vince asked, eyebrows raised.

"I'm getting there. Just let me explain, please," Torrie-Taker said. "Maybe you should sit down."

Vince sat down, anxious to know what was going on. Batista-Torrie sat next to him and Vince instinctively put his arm around him and pulled him close, not knowing that he had his arm around Batista.

Torrie-Taker started explaining. With every sentence, every new tidbit of information, Vince's mouth dropped more and more.

"Close your mouth before something flies in there, McMahon," Taker-Batista said when Torrie was done talking. "Or at least pick up your lip off the damn ground."

"Or rather, pick up your lips off a monkey's ass," Batista-Torrie said out of nowhere in an innocent, high-pitched voice.

"Ok, wait a minute. So you're saying that you are Torrie Wilson," Vince said to whoever the hell was occupying the Undertaker's body.

"Yes," Torrie-Taker answered. "And that arm you have around my body, well, you're really groping Batista."

"Hi, Vince," Batista-Torrie said, winking at him.

"Oh shit!" Vince said, jumping up. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"No, it's not a joke, McMahon," Taker-Batista said. "Do you think I want this steroid pumped up body?"

"Hey, you jerk," Batista-Torrie said angrily. "I do not use steroids!"

"Yeah, whatever," Taker-Batista replied to Batista-Torrie. To Vince, he said, "The whole thing is, we don't know how to switch our bodies back."

"I'd think you would just have to get in the machine and do what you did the first time," Vince said. "I mean, that seems sensible."

"Damn it, Vince, you're a fucking genius, dude!" Batista-Torrie said. He jumped up and ran over to Vince. He then proceeded to give Vince a nice, sloppy kiss right on the lips.

"Get the fuck off me, you fag!" Vince screamed. "I don't do guys."

"So-rry!" Batista-Torrie said. He rolled his eyes and muttered, "You probably need lots of Viagra just to get it up anyway, you old bastard."

"So we just need to go back in the machine?" Torrie-Taker asked, interrupting before things got out of hand between the guys.

"Makes sense," Vince said. "Now, as your boss, I demand that everyone gets in the machine now. We need things to get back to normal as quickly as possible, and then this accident will never, eeeeeeeever be spoken of again."

"Quit stealing my lines, Vince!" Chris Jericho said, coming out of the bathroom.

"What the hell are you doing here at Smackdown? You're from Raw!" Taker-Batista exclaimed.

"Duh, I was spying!" Jericho said. "And boy do I have dirt on you guys!"

"Grab him!" Vince yelled.

Jericho tried to escape, but they all grabbed him, and pretty soon all five of them were huddled together in Torrie's machine. Torrie started pushing buttons, and the machine started to shake the same way that it had done before.

"Why the fuck are we shaking?" Jericho asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I feel like we're on a roller coaster or something," Vince agreed, then quickly shut up. Had he actually just agreed with Chris Jericho on something?

"It'll be over in a sec," Torrie-Taker said.

As usual, she was right. The machine stopped shaking.

"Oh hell yeah, I got my body back!" Taker yelled happily. He rounded on Torrie. "Now you get that spanking I promised."

"Yippie!" Torrie shouted. She also had her own body back, and she was so happy! Taker was finally going to spank her!

Taker grabbed Torrie's hand and practically dragged her from the locker room to the parking lot, telling her all the things he was going to do to her when they got to the hotel.

"Ooh, I can go call Melena now!" Batista said excitedly. "I mean, it was nice having boobs and all but I think I prefer pulling them over having them!" He went out of the machine and quickly left the locker room, in search of Melena.

Chris Jericho and Vince McMahon stood face to face in the machine.

"Something's not right here, Junior," Jericho said to Vince. He put his hand up to his face. "God, I have so many wrinkles!"

Vince felt his own face, or rather, the face of the body he now occupied. "What the hell? My skin hasn't been this nice and smooth in a long time!"

They looked at each other, then both yelled, "You've got my body!"

Jericho was silent, thinking of all the things he could do while occupying Vince McMahon's body. Oh, he could do a hell of a lot! Vince McMahon was a very powerful man...

"Jericho, what the fuck are you just standing there for? Help me figure out how to work this damn thing!" Vince ordered, pressing random buttons on the control panel. "Can you believe Torrie Wilson actually made this? These buttons have words in some other kind of language... Help me out!"

Jericho laughed, a laugh that started out low and ended up very high. It was the typical evil laugh. He laughed and laughed until his eyes leaked. Then he stopped suddenly. "Yeah, I don't think I feel like helping you right now."

"But I'm Vincent K. McMahon! I'm your boss! You have to listen to me!" Vince sputtered.

"But I have your body," Jericho said. "And I'm about to have a little fun..."

And with that last remark, Jericho left out of the machine and headed straight for the parking lot, where he knew a limousine would be waiting for him...

What's Chris Jericho gonna do with Vince's body?