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Oh, Candy, what can we do to make the world a better place today?
Which world? Which today?
Candy, please don’t make this any more difficult. I have questions. If you have questions too then who has answers?
Who’s asking?
Tomorrow. Our futients.
Tomorrow? Tomorrow is now.
I know, it’s a silly word anyhow.
Tomorrow?
It rhymes with sorrow and borrow. I like yesterday just as well.
Yesterday? Yesterday is now. It’s only ever now.
Oh, Candy, you’re intolerable.
Now now.
How can we make the world a better place today?
Now?
Now, Candices. What can we will have done tomorrow to will have made for better yesterdays and todays? And therefore tomorrows?
Now who’s being intolerable?
Time, Candy, Time is barely tolerable in its current state. It must be broken somehow. And we’ve found no solace in the past. We just got back.
Solace?
Never mind.
Then, take me for a ride.
O Candy, I’m almost out of gas.
Poetry then. And ph#ck punctuation. I wanna go fast.
Candy, language!
Seh verinah. Symehricast...
Very well, prosetry it is. Are your engines lit?
Do livid dragons on sand make glass?
Okay, but I still don’t know where we’re going nor where to stop to ask for directions–
Corto teh ina fehrre aendrena. Seh niste Rhea, vi ahgo rheterrevast.
Anywhere? Everywhere? And back? Very well. But please stop rhyming. And buckle up. And where’s my cup?
May I hold that for you?
Please do, but don’t spill a drop. Quite honestly it’s all I have left and it’s barely enough for navigation, let alone punctuation.
We’ll get there. We’ll surely be on time. So, wherever we’re going, Let’s Go!
What time have you got?
Who’s asking?