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"It's real scary to think I could have turned out like him," Marty Jr said, shaking his head. "You know, I wonder who taught Dad to stand up for himself... in the original timeline, that is. It seems neither of my grandparents did good in that timeline."
"Well, he could have just decided that on his own," Harmony suggested. "Otherwise, I'm certain he has had other positive role models in his life. I believe he was friends with Grandpa from the time he was about six and a half, if I'm not mistaken."
"You really should have seen the way Babs looked at me," George said, with a trace of hurt in his voice. "She was really giving me this look of disgust, almost as if I was some type of a disgusting creature. I try my best to put it out of my mind, but it just hurts that some people think so lowly of me. What if Lorraine feels that way, too?"
"Why don't we head inside, now?" Lester suggested. "I really need to take a shower, before we go to the dance tonight. Do you still feel pretty bad about missing Science Fiction Theatre? I mean, I know how that's really one of your favourite shows."
"Oh, I can't say I'm not happy about it," George replied, shrugging, "but I really don't want Darth Vadar to melt my brain for failing to take Lorraine to the dance. That heat wave was very scary, and I have never before in my life heard music that loud!"
Marty Jr and Harmony were both laughing hilariously at George's comment, as Marty Jr suspected that his father actually played some rather loud '80s heavy metal music for his grandfather. Rock and roll music sure was only in the beginning stages during the '50s, after all. Hard rock didn't really come about until around the late '60s.
"I wonder why Darth Vadar was insistent on getting you to ask Lorraine out," Lester commented, as the boys walked up to the house. "He sounds like a rather terrifying being. I'm not so sure I really like the idea of aliens coming to our planet."
As George and Lester headed into the house, a middle-aged women went to open up the trunk of her car - and her mouth opened very wide, as she discovered that there was some elderly man who was trapped in the back - who was actually Old Biff!
"So who are you?" the lady asked, stunned. "What are you doing in the trunk of my car? Did some of these no good punks throw you in the back of the car?"
"Um, yeah," Old Biff replied, as he seemed very uncomfortable with that insult that was thrown towards his former gang. He grabbed at his cane, and he groused, "My cane has a crack in it! Ow! My back is very sore, and my head really hurts!"
"Ha! That serves you right!" Harmony shouted, snickering. "I never realized just how much of a misogynistic prick you were - until I saw your younger self with your gang in front of that television set, and you were all guzzling down gallons of liquer!"
"Well, why don't youi come in," the lady offered, "and I should be able to nurse you up a little bit. It looks like those nasty young men really hurt you badly."
"Now that is what I call poetic justice," Marty Jr commented, as he watched the lady helping Old Biff into her house. "He got quite a taste of his own medicine! I honestly can't say that I feel too sorry for him, especially not his boorish attitude he had!"
"I know you're not supposed to hate anyone," Harmony said, sighing, "but it's really hard to feel anything but disgust for someone like Biff. He really is almost as bad as his grandson, Griff. It's amazing how Bill actually turned out to be a decent person."
"Yes, we will pick up more real liquer," Biff was saying, as he and the gang headed towards 3D's father's car. "I really have plans to make Calvin and Lorraine pay for daring to disrespect me. That Lorraine bitch could sure learn a lesson or two - and, as for that Calvin Klein punk, he'll regret the 300 bucks damage he caused me!"
"Well, it was your fault, Biff Tannen," Marty Jr commented, "for chasing my father all around Courthouse Square. You got what you deserved, so you can just as well stop feeling sorry for yourself. As for Grandma Lorraine, you should just buy a clue!"
"Too bad he can't hear us," Harmony replied, snickering. "You would sure tell him off for good - and it might just be hard for him to argue with your logic without sounding like a complete lo-rez bojo. Well, here they go - and Biff is really going way over the speed limit. It would be nice to see him actually get in trouble with the police."
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Doc '85 was really feeling anxious, as he was riding over to Mason Street. He then caught sight of a man that looked quite familiar to him. It was none other than Old Biff, who was sitting by that picnic table with Gertrude Tannen. He then recognized Otis Peabody sitting there, and one other man that he didn't recognize.
"I don't understand why you care about Biff so much," Otis was saying. "Yes, I am sure friendly with his grandmother - but I really could never stand that snot-nosed brat who lives with her. As far as I'm concerned, he wasn't disciplined enough."
"I think you have the wrong idea, Barney," Gertrude added. "I always did love Biff, and I always will love him. It is just that nothing I did ever worked. No matter what consequences I gave to him, he never really did listen to me. He was sure a selfish and spoiled person, and I regretfully say that he maybe always will be one."
Doc '85 sure felt nervous, as he slipped behind the bushes to eavesdrop on Old Biff and these other people. He quite had to hear more of what Old Biff might say to his grandmother. Maybe it might even shed some light on a few things.
"Did you even tell your grandson that you loved him?" Old Biff asked, accusingly. "If you weren't too stern with him, he maybe would've felt more loved and appreciated. You were always comparing him with his father, and you act like nothing he did ever was good for you. Did you even think to give him any positive reinforcement?"
"Where did you come from anyway, Barney?" Gertrude snapped. "You don't know anything about the way I've treated Biff, and the way that I treat Biff is sure none that should be of your concern! I know my grandson much better than you do!"
"Yes, Barney," added Otis, "you sure seem to be one of the few people in this world to even care about that asshole. As far as I am concerned, he could go fall into that ravine - and I'm sure most of us might not even miss him. He really should've been hit with the paddle many more times, while he was still a little boy."
"I will never forget the day he broke every paddle in the house," Gertrude added, "when he was only eight years old. As I was getting weaker, he was really getting much stronger - so I could no longer give then the paddling that he deserved."
Doc '85's heart really went out to Biff, as he realized how Gertrude never appeared all that loving towards her grandson. He also bristled at how Otis's words were sure hurtful. If Biff had been his class, he may have been able to make a real difference in that young boy's life. He realized why Biff became a nasty person that he was.
"Actually, Barney really could have a point," the other man said, sympathetically. "I understand that your life hasn't been real easy for you, Tiffany. It seemed like your life really went downtown, since Charlie Needles raped you. I think you also held so much bitterness towards your father, so you sure weren't fair to either Jiff or Biff."
"I guess you're very right, Steve," Gertrude said, sorrowfully. "I apologize, Barney. You were sure right in everything you said. When I was raising Jiff and Jill, I always favoured Jill - and I was never as affectionate to Jill. I never even realized just how unfair I was to the boys, simply because they both resembled my father, Buford."
"Biff couldn't help that he looks a lot like your father," Old Biff commented, as his voice sounded a little wavery. Was he crying? "You never told him how you loved him, or that you were ever proud of him. You only criticized and scolded him."
"It's nice that someone like you cares about Biff," Gertrude said, quietly. "I'll talk to him a little later, and apologize about everything. I felt as if I was a real failure of a person, ever since that night that Charlie Needles forced himself on me."
"I was wondering if one of you could give me a lift over to Hill Valley Park," said Old Biff. "My legs are stiff and sore, and I don't think I can walk all the way over there."
"I can give you a lift," offered Gertrude, "and I apologize once again for snapping at you. I just never wanted to acknowledge the fact that I was real being unfair to Biff, as well as Jiff. For as long as I remember, I really loathed my father."
Doc '85 wiped the tears off his cheeks, as he actually realized the whole situation of what basically amounted to being a Tannen family curse.