“You are a problem,” Death finally said. “You were scheduled to die seventy years ago, during World War II, but since you hadn’t yet been born, I skipped the appointment.”
Okay, Bob, why won’t my parachute work? And does everyone in the future dress like a cucumber?
An Eloi Honorable Mention
After solving GUT, I moved on to temporal studies.
The Bush bust passed through the vortex, catching fire through friction as it shot through time.
I am the most powerful witch in the world, and you are armed with a snowball. Do you know what that means?