"You know, I think we need a new coach." piped up one of the jocks.
"Yeah, our coach sucks. No one likes the old crusty dude."
"Fine, we'll make him our new coach."
Mark started talking to Simon. "Simon, can you hear me?"
"Yes I can." said Simon, like a military soldier.
"Simon, what is your favourite class?"
"Chemisty. I enjoy it a lot."
"No Simon, you've always loved gym. Your entire life. When you were in grade school you've always wanted to be a gum teacher
because you loved gym that much."
"When I was in grade school?" asked Simon, slightly confused.
"Yes Simon. You're 36. You teach gym at our school, and are the coach of the football team. Everybody loves you because you are kind
and motivating."
"Everyone loves me. I am kind and motivating." said Simon.
"Now Simon, when I say the magic word, rubber, your name will be Alexander Henderson, and your students call you Mr. Henderson.
The football team calls you Coach Alex. Got that?"
"Yes."
"Rubber. Now, Coach Alex, you don't look very old. You need to grow some. Coach Alex, you're 6'2" and of a medium build, not too
tough to eclipse the football team, but not too weak to be shrimpy. You weigh 250 pounds."
As soon as Mark said these things, they happened to Coach Alex.
"You keep your hair short, and you have a medium beard."
Facial hair crept out of Coach Alex's follicles, while the hair on his head contracted.
"You always have your silver whistle around your neck, and you usually have your Indianapolis Colts jersey and baseball cap on,"
These articles of clothing appeared on Coach Alex instantly.
"Great. Now when I say the magic word, tomato this time, you will become Coach Alex for good. The whole world, except those of us in
this room, excluding yourself, will have always known you as you. Simon never existed. Are you ready?
Tomato."
"Now that that's done, how about we find the old coach?" one of the jocks asked.