Tuesday, February 23, 2010

My arms are huge!


Here we are! The corner of Seventh and Hamilton. No sign of the massive destruction you've described in non-Alternate Allentown.

And no signs of that evil bitch Marge! ... Um. ... No offense intended, Mrs. Egram.

None taken, my toad. ... And this must be the stairway that leads to the subterranean comfort station.

Wait, this nothing but a tattoo parlor!

And a pawn shop! Can I help you dudes?

Sir, are you the one known as Old Donovan?

Nope. Hey, look! My arms are huge!

Be that as it may, I must insist that you take us either to Old Donovan or to the portal that leads to Parallel Time.

You dudes are trippin'!

I assure you, sir, that I am neither a dude nor have I stumbled in any way. Our feet are firmly planted beneath us, young man -- or whatever you may be. Please convey us to Old Donovan immediately or suffer the consequences!

Dudes, I don't know what you're talking about.

Listen, Chucky, you don't want to mess with this lady. ...


Pardon me, Madame. Might I be of assistance?

You might, if you are Old Donovan.

I'm afraid not, madame. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Bramwell.

Hmmm. You looks kinda familiar.

Looks, you may find, can be deceiving my, dimwitted new friend. ... I am afraid you will not find Old Donovan here. ... At least not in this timeline.

What do you know of alternate timelines?

Hey, who you callin' Chucky?

Shhh.


You'll find I know quite a bit about time. Parallel Time, Alternate timelines, metaphasic time. ...

Can you help us to reach Parallel Time?


Let us discuss it over a cup of tea. ... Madame, have you ever heard of the I Ching?

I Ching?

Gesundheit, Dude!

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