Pondering the infinite paradoxes of the Time/Space Continuum.
What the hell hell is that supposed to mean?
This thing behind me is a Time Machine, see...
...and I was wondering what would happen if I were to go back and have sex with my own ancestors. If I decided not to but was supposed to, would I cease to exist?
Good, a chess game. Nothing crazy or sick about that...
Queen to A-5, or Knight to G-7?
What? No...
Or I could just set the board on fire and claim it was a freak accident... Then I could rob a bank and hold the tellers hostage for cream cheese and and autographed picture of Andrew Jackson.
Blood and gore everywhere, and all the victims children. This is the worst crime scene I've ever seen, Wiggins, and I've been on the force for twenty years.
I wish I could run and play like the other kids...
Well, you can't Johnny, and never will be.
But I thought they were making medical advances that...
Your parents rich, Johnny? Got good health insurance? Don't think so, otherwise you wouldn't be in that chair in the first place. Now quit bitchin' and accept your lousy handout.
World Domination, actually. I've already conquered several Third World countires and become their supreme ruler.
Is that even legal?
As long as I cooperate with international human rights laws, no one cares. Hell, as long as I let other countries send their prisoners of war to me for interrogation, they don't question me.
So you have a torture chamber, huh? Think I could get a 'personal' tour?
Sorry. I can only get away with it if it's for business only...
Okay, just follow the script. The green screen will take care of the special effects.
What special effects? I thought this was a porno!
And how exactly am I supposed to perform in this getup? You specifically told us not to rip the costumes, but it takes the better part of an hour to get in or out of this suit.
Don't even get me started on the chainmail...
Actors...
How are you supposed to be breathing in space anyway? I mean, you don't even have the token alien makeup on.
My script says we're on a snowy mountaintop. How are we supposed to follow the script when they aren't the same?
Jane McLane suddenly finds herself in possession of incredible superpowers! Watch as she uses her new abilities for the good of all!
Who to smite first?
What evildoers shall meet her wrath?
That pervert in the next building who's always watching me in the bathroom? Or the intern at work who makes lewd comments when he thinks I can't hear him?
...You know, some people would try and right the wrongs of society instead of using their power to settle personal vendettas...
Shut up, you. I've got some unholy vengeance to dole out.
Well, yeah, but what I really wanted to tell you was that I don't really exist and that I, your only friend left in the world, am leaving forever. And I never really liked you...