You know what must be done.

    As BOOG slowly rises, the two of you simultaneously shout:

    "SuperBrad!"

    You run right toward each other, jump into the air and collide.  Then in a flash of light, you are united into one giant Brad.

    BOOG tries to stay nonchalant about it, but you sense the he just may feel the slightest bit of fear as he steps up to face you.

    He winds up and lands a fist into your chest.

    It hurts like a bastard, but you hold your ground, pretending it didn't hurt.

    "SuperBrad leg!" you shout in a deep voice.

    You kick BOOG in the sack with impressive strength.

    BOOG flinches slightly but takes the hit pretty well.

    Angered, he dives at you.

    "SuperBrad jump!" you announce, jumping straight up in the air to avoid BOOG's attack.

    You land facing away from BOOG, but directionally morph so as to face him again.

    But he is already coming at you.  He tackles you to the ground and lays into your gut with several hard punches.

    You have no choice but to...

    "SuperBrad hork!"

    BOOG hears your announcement and tries to dodge, but he's knocked back several feet by a giant and powerful stream of puke from your esophogus.

    He wipes himself off with a look of disgust.

    While he's distracted, you ready your next attack.

    "SuperBrad beef!" you shout as you launch yourself with a burst of gas from your anus that propells you right over BOOG.

    "SuperBrad belly-flop!" you announce triumphantly.

    BOOG scrambles to get out of the way, but it's no use.

    He is smothered as you come down with your full double-weight in a massive belly-flop attack.

    "Awgh..." says BOOG.

    You stand up.

    "BOOG," you say, looking down over his crumpled body.  "I came from the future to kick your ass."

    Then you split back into two Brads, and hi-five each other.

    "Look, I gotta go," you tell yourself.

    "Take care, man," you say.

    "Dude," you say.  "I gotta borrow your van."

    "Not a problem," you say.

    You set up the time control unit to get you back one full day before you left,  and you install it in the other van.

    The "old" van hits 43 mph with relative ease.

    When you return, you head over to Merv's place.  He's not there, so you sneak in and find his time control unit and take it with you.

    You toss the two time-control units in the town dump.

    You sell the extra van for $150.

    And then you remember that you'll have to deal with yet another version of you.  You go down to the basement and knock on the door.

    Another you comes to the door.

    "Holy shit!" he says.

    "Hi, it's me, Brad," you say to him, as friendly as possible.

    He panics and runs the other direction, but slips on a plate of tofu and carrot peelings.  He whacks his head against a steam pipe, and falls to the floor, dead.

    That night, under a moonlit sky, you bury yourself out back in the mulchpile.

    Exhausted, you crawl into your favorite spot in the basement, curl up, and go to sleep for the night.