"You know, Kadir," you say, thinking carefully, "ever since I said it I can't get the idea of swapping with Onur Karacan Dayıciğim out of my head." Your brother looks at you skeptically. "Well, ah, it's just... he is very old and very fat, Asil, and very ugly too. Are you sure you would want to trade with such a man? The ring can change things we don't want, too, remember." He points with a hairy brown hand towards his new bald spot for emphasis.
You are aware that what Kadir says is true, Onur is an eyesore to say the least. His sour attitude and mean spirit must have fermented inside him long ago, making his looks match his awful personality. The last time you saw his great, gelatinous body was when you went to pick up a replacement magnetic sign for the side of your taxi door. Some people have laugh lines, but Onur Karacan has found a way to create sneer lines on his weatherbeaten face. "Bunlar özgür değil," he grumbled, a penny pincher to the last. "I know they are not free, Beyefendi," you said in fluent Turkish, breaking out your formal deference, "but I cannot control what theives and vandals do with your property." Responding again in Turkish, Onur was curt and mean. He tapped his sausage-like fingers on his desk, his cheap-looking gold rings clunking loudly against the surface. "It is also theivery to cut into my profits, Oğlum. You and your brother had better take care of this one." You exited without another word, your employer's beady eyes following you as you left.
The old you contorts your slightly chubby face into a frown, experiencing Asil's old memory for the first time. The thought of swapping with your horrible boss sends a chill up your spine. But still... You're not sure which part of you it is but the idea of being rich, of owning a company, appeals to you. Kadir notices your frown and laughs. "I can see you're thinking of him, that's the patented Onur look. Are you sure you want to swap with someone who causes you so much misery?" You shake your head. "That's exactly it. Onur makes the lives of everyone at City Zip Taxi's life a hell. You and I could do so much better, and, ah, aslında, we deserve it more than a greedy fuck like him." Kadir laughs. "Well, if you say so. I trust you like I trust myself, Asil."
"Well, Isıracak köpek havlamaz," you recite, that old proverb of your parents' coming to mind. You want to take action rather than just talk.
You kiss the ring, thinking of fat Onur Karacan and his job as the boss of City Zip Taxi. You hold your hand up to your brother's identical one and clink your rings together. Your ring, you remember, is the one you must kiss to activate a swap, and your brother's ring activates the averaging power. Of course, each ring is only halves of 2 different magic rings -- neither can do anything on its own.
Suddenly, the magic takes hold and...