Pfft. If I can't irregularly crown someone with a crowbar, even myself (I've done it before), then what's the point of being here? If I can't send a happy batch of PNS up LazyScot's skirt, why bother? If my positions as CEO of Montsnmags Enterprises, High Gibbonate, and Party MC, along with my invisible friendship with an invisible gibbon and unintended conduit for the dark matter and dark energy of the universes (i.e. the PNS) are going to be repeatedly undermined through use and abuse of timelines, then I'm taking my tempero-spatial toys back and going home.
Enjoy your single, predictable, one-way timeline, llounge-lizards. I'm taking my walks for a dog.
Incidentally, put this in your pipes and count down from it:
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