Hey man, this is gonna sound weird, but remember that joystick last week claiming to be.. well, you know. Anyway, some idiot came in dressed as a piece of bacon claiming to be Raisin Bratton Reborn.
Interesting... There must be some sort of rip in the space-time continuum causing our past stupidities to manifest themselves in the present time, reborn!
What the heck are we going to do about it? First the joystick, then RB... I hate to see what is going to be reborn next!
A very good question indeed. We must find out what is causing the rip in the continuum. But first, did you lock up the bacon in the basement too?
Yeah, why?
Oh, no reason, I just wanted to go, umm, see if it really was RB.
Man how the crap are we supposed to figure out a rip in the space-time continuum...
I know right? Hey I'm Red Foreman... "I'll put a rip in the space of your--"
This is serious, Cameron... Wait a minute, you may be onto something there. That's it! Ali's rectal cushion is the source of our solution for once instead of our problems.
Um, what?
Seriously! All we have to do is get him to stand on the North Pole and rotate fast enough to counteract the earth's rotation and send us skipping backward in time.
Hey, that could actually work! According to these calculations...the rip is being caused by the fact that our office was built on top of a black hole.
Do you think I'm stupid? I know you have two other reborns in your basement.
What the heck is it with the whole reborn thing anyway? It's getting on my nerves.
It just means that we have made some major life changes since the old comic strip, that's all. You know, like... plastic surgery so we could get into this strip and take over.
That's cool, we should celebrate down at the office. Come on Cyclopali, there'll be food!
That's Cyclopali Reborn to you! And yes, we'll go have some food. We will beam down immediately.