Hey you, get your damn hands off, oh. Who do you think, the Libyans. I’m telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me. That’s right, twenty five years into the future. I’ve always dreamed on seeing the future, looking beyond my years, seeing the progress of mankind. I’ll also be able to see who wins the next twenty-five world series. Hi, it’s really a pleasure to meet you.

Oh. David, watch your mouth. You come here and kiss your mother before you go, come here. Wow, ah Red, you look great. Everything looks great. 1:24, I still got time. Oh my god. No, no not again, c’mon, c’mon. Hey. Libyans. Let’s put him in there. Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn’t due till Monday-

Whoa, they really cleaned this place up, looks brand new. Is she pretty? I don’t worry. this is all wrong. I don’t know what it is but when I kiss you, it’s like kissing my brother. I guess that doesn’t make any sense, does it? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the lightning, you take care of your pop. By the way, what happened today, did he ask her out? Dammit, Doc, why did you have to tear up that letter? If only I had more time. Wait a minute, I got all the time I want I got a time machine, I’ll just go back and warn him. 10 minutes oughta do it. Time-circuits on, flux-capacitor fluxing, engine running, alright. No, no no no no, c’mon c’mon. C’mon c’mon, here we go, this time. Please, please, c’mon.

Perfect, just perfect. Which one’s your pop? No, bastards. Science Fiction Theater. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the lightning, you take care of your pop. By the way, what happened today, did he ask her out?

Leave me alone. I will. Yeah but George, Lorraine wants to go with you. Give her a break. I said the keys are in here. Doc.

Don’t stop, Wilbert, drive. Did you hurt your head? Here you go, lady. There’s a quarter. Don’t say a word. Ah, honey, your first novel.

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