Oscar Rhea

Me = starving, about to eat a sandwich

Future Me = stepping through a glowing rift in space and time

Me – Hey you look familiar.

Future Me – I’m you from the future and there’s no time to explain! Don’t eat that sandwich!

Me – Why?

Future Me – There’s no time to explain! If you eat that sandwich terrible things will happen!

Me – What terrible things?

Future Me – What part of there’s no time to explain don’t you understand? 

Me – Wait a minute: if you know that terrible things will happen then you must have eaten this sandwich, and you turned out fine.

Future Me – Fine? Do I look fine to you? I’m begging you: if you care at all about your future well-being, you will give me that sandwich immediately!

Me – What are you going to do with it?

Future Me – I’m going to banish it into the future, where it will become nothing but harmless ham and cheese once again. 

Me = reluctantly giving Future Me the sandwich

Future Me – You’ve made the right choice. Farewell!

Future Me = disappearing back through the glowing rift

Me – That was strange . . . I’m starving . . . I wish I had a sandwich . . . 

Me = looking at the glowing rift, shrugging, stepping through.

Past Me = starving, about to eat a sandwich

Past Me – Hey you look familiar.

Me – I’m from the future and there’s no time to explain! Don’t eat that sandwich!

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