It’s Saturday morning, October 26, 1985, 1:18 am.
And this is temporal experiment number one.
I gotta listen to people because of your fucking shit?
Your ordering me out?
You better get your own fucking army, pal.
Doc! Ah. Are you telling me you build a time machine, out of a DeLorean?
The bruise! The bruise in your head. I know how that happened. You told me the whole story you were standing on your toilet and you’re hanging a clock and you fell and you hit your head on the sink and that’s when he came up with the idea for the flux capacitor, which is what makes time travel possible.
If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour… you’re gonna see some serious shit.
