As Mookie regained consciousness, he realized what had happened. The last few minutes were all a bad dream; a disconnected stream of semi-consciousness with no inherent connectivity.
The set of Watchtower books had fallen off his shelf onto his head by accident. Ahh...ohhh, my my. The daze cleared.
Back to business!
Mookie would call Brother Wanker and ask for a Committee meeting to confess the unclean thoughts that had been disturbing him and leaving him vulnerable to such accidents as having Governing Body materials strike unholy thoughts from his head.
He dialed the phone and then stopped......!
Why did his phone have a dial? What year was this? His phone should have buttons. He glanced at the calendar....!!
The year was 1975!