All fun things get to have an end, Bob should know more than most. He stopped the car at an abandoned drive-in theater. He looked around and found no one. He ordered Lenard to get out of the car and had him walk and followed a few meters away.
"As much I'd like to draw your torture longer, I am afraid I have more pressing matters to attend to." In one swift motion, he stuffed a couple of hundred bucks he swiped earlier inside Lenard's pockets and swapped back. This would be his third time doing this, and each iteration made him less disoriented. While Lenard is still reeling from the headache from the swap, Bob was already accustomed to his drug-devastated husk of skin.
"Before I let you go, I'm going to have to remind you of a couple of things," Bob grabbed the money he stashed earlier and counted them to about five hundred bucks. He could make a career of using the ring to steal money. "You will not tell anyone about what you have seen today. You know what I can do, and what I will do when I hear a single slip-up from your mouth."
"Yes- yes," Even though Lenard is the larger of the two, he looked like a defeated whimpering dog in front of Bob.
"But I think it's better if I remind you again. I will steal your body, fuck your wife, and swap with your kid. Remember?" Lenard nodded. "Now go back to your car!" Lenard tumbled over as he run, but Bob kicked him in the ass as a souvenir. Within seconds, the car sped off out of the horizon - never to be seen again. As for Bob, he picked up after himself and hailed a bus ride out of this shitty town and back to his home city. It took a couple of hours, and multiple suspicious eyes darting in his direction. He didn't care. Bob slept with one eye open, fearful that somebody will take the ring away from him. However, his fear was for naught as the ring was still on his finger when he reached his destination. Even though he paid in full, the bus rider kicked him out like a deranged bum.
"Ah...," Bob said with relief. It's the smell of asphalt, gray smog blocking out the sun, the sound of the crowd and honking cars, and a distant police shootout and sirens. "Home sweet home."
Bob accidentally hit someone as he walked. "Hey, I'm walking 'ere!"
The man with a hotdog screamed at him. Bob touched him by the neck which caused them to swap bodies. He took one bite of his hotdog and scrounged up the man's wallet. When he found it, he tossed it in the nearby trashcan. The rude pedestrian is still disoriented from the swap, so Bob took this as a chance to swap back, which caused the pedestrian to puke his meal onto the pavement. Bob snatched the wallet he tossed, and bounced out. He opened the wallet to see an easy wad of a couple thousand. This is easier than he thought.