The bartender says, “we don’t serve time-travelers here.” A time-traveler walks into a bar.
Thank god for hoverboards, self-drying coats, self-lacing shoes, hyper-accurate weather forecasting, dehydrated pizza, and flying cars. I don’t know where I would be without them. I just can’t wait to drink some Pepsi Perfect and watch Max Spielberg’s latest opus, Jaws 19 at the Holomax!
Truely, the future is now.