One of the aliens grabs a Sulu-style unfolding katana and slices the top half of MLB's head clean off. There's just the bottom jaw with tongue sticking out and that's it. It's really gross and everyone's a little freaked out.
The quick-thinking Daniel-1 hides the corpse of MLB in a bush, and runs off looking for Past MLB, who he finds outside the deli.
"You got a bump in the head and lost your memory. Misc street was destroyed, and we all went back in time to stop the aliens. We're in the middle of a big battle and need you to keep fighting with us! You... err... told your past self to go on holiday just before the battle started so you won't be seeing him. So don't look."
That's phantom limb pain.So my past self is not doomed to be killed in the future? My head hurts...
So my past self is not doomed to be killed in the future? My head hurts...
"A sedative?? We're in the middle of a freakin' war zone here!! Give him 50cc's of Cordrazine! I need him on his feet and fighting!" yells Daniel-1, while fending off a pair of sword-weilding aliens with a baking tray and a machete.
The industrious young Soda, finally out of lego pieces, has begun using Molotov cocktails against the aliens. Where does he get this stuff from?
Sweet! nuMisc!"An alternate reality?" yells Jenee-2 from the Coffee Shop window.
"Precisely," calls back Daniel, "whatever our fates might have been had the time continuum not been disrupted, our destinies have changed"
(Can't help quoting Star Trek)
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