I make a phone call."Hello - Time Transport, can I help you?"
"Ah yes. Good morning, I have one of your business cards here, and I was wondering if you might be able to do a job for me."
"Yes sir, when would you like our services?"
"Last Friday."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Well, I've got the lottery numbers here, and I reckon you at Time Transport could take me back to last Friday, I'd put my money on and we can go 50-50 on the winnings. No, better still - 60-40."
"I think you've made some sort of mistake, sir. Time Transport is the name of the company, we don't actually do time travel."
"OK, I understand. You've been doing the lottery thing for weeks. You don't want me queering your patch."
"What?"
"But let me tell you this - where are you going to get the Uranium for the Flux Capacitor now that Colonel Gaddafi's dead?"
*click*
That could have gone better.
4 comments:
Three weeks? But the sign outside says 59-minute cleaners!
Yes, that's just the name of the shop, luv. We take three weeks to do a shirt.
Obvious. They have a time machine. They go back to before Gaddafi's death in order to buy supplies. You really must stop thinking in such a tempero-linear fashion.
Turd. Threaten them with the Trading Standards lot.
What TRT said. You're not thinking fourth-dimensionally.
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