Backwards

Who: Cerebrum, the Smiths, unconcious Schweeble, Appendix
Where: Same place as last time
When: Smeg knows, the clock was on one of the walls that collapsed
Cerebrum had Schweeble on the couch with one of his new devices
pointing right at his head.
"Now, we activate the, drum roll please, the memory rewriter!!!"
announced Cerebrum.
"What's that?" asked one of the Smiths.
"Shut up, you imbecile," Cerebrum told him, as he punched in commands
on a surviving console.
There was a cackle, and a zap and fifteen minutes later Cerebrum was
back in the room wearing a new shirt.
"Blasted short circuits," Cerebrum muttered to himself, as he awoke
Schweeble, "But I think it worked."
"!!No oh tsum eth ,sfrawd on era ereht if erac t'nod I" Schweeble
said.
"Huh?" the Smiths said as Cerebrum checked a readout.
"No problems. He's just going through his memories backwards. It'll
wear off in twenty minutes, and then he'll forget all about this."
Scweeble walked backwards through the door, and then backwards down
the hallway, tripping over stuff.