Breakfast would be good. Maybe food would make this start making more sense. As they walked to the kitchen, Brad tried to figure out how this was happening. Was it some crazy body switching scenario, like Freaky Friday? But then why wasn't he swapped with someone else in the house, not this random stranger? It felt like a bad film from the 90s or something.
Taking a seat at the breakfast counter, Brad wrinkled his mouth in thought. "I guess," he decided with a shrug, tossing his hair over his shoulder. "Cap'n Crunch maybe. Ugh, so much hair. I think I'm gonna chop it all off, it's gonna get in the way and all over the place. I can already tell."