Scientists are going to get together at a party, and
get drunk, and decide that they are going to get the
whole time travel bit down; I mean, really get it all
So they get it all down to a
perfect scientific science.
Then they want to go back in
time, and glue fake beards on
George Washington when he is
You know—dye Abe’s hair
Tickle the Mona Lisa’s mona lisa.
Hell, tickle da Vinci for that matter.
This will raise a demand for novelty items
that can withstand the washy waters of
I will be the
maker of such
While you’re all in the gutter with six or
seven or so children. Oh no, another
mouth to feed.
I’ll be rich; I’ll be timeless.