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| Well that time machine worked! I'm Thirty years into the future. Who might you be sir? | |
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| I'm YOUR future. About two weeks after I made the first time travel experiment the governments of the world stole the project and left me penniless. Don't let it happen again. | |
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| Thanks future me. Off I go to save myself. | |
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| So, that guy you hit on the head still thinks he's a time traveller? | |
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| Yup. An' as long as I keep hitting him with this brick he will. Now excuse me, my bottle of methylated spirits has run out and he's near the door. | |
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