Paneldemonium, Part 3
An incursion of Time Travel Week
Kira: Okay, new plan. We all
Zeke: Not you.
Marc: Yes, me. I legally changed my name to Kira. Maybe NOW you'll pay attention to me.
Zeke: That's disturbing for so many interesting reasons.
Marc: If you don't believe me, here are the papers.
Zeke: Oh, please. These can't be offi-- well, I'll be.
IJD: I'm guessing he went to the court and had it changed during some temporal anomaly that made the whole time pass like an instant for us.
Marc: That's ridiculous. By the way, I picked you up this copy of the Boston Globe.
IJD: Hey, you heard me!
IJD: So nobody has been able to hear me till now! Breakthrough!
Marc: I'd celebrate, but it's just not me.
Zeke: Marc, you've been bitter like this the whole time. When are you going to learn to embrace life in all its many-splendored glories?
IJD: I can't believe who I just heard that from.
Zeke: Hey, I can be optimistic sometimes. Life is a bowl of cherries.
IJD: Wait for it....
Zeke: Sour cherries.
IJD: Keep waiting....
Zeke: With pits made of dynamite.
IJD: There. That's probably --
Zeke: Poisonous dynamite.
IJD: Okay, now he's done.
Marc: Four in ten seconds. He's improving.
Zeke: I wish you guys would quit timing me. It's annoying.
Marc: Many things we wish in this life will never come true.
IJD: I wish people would stop mocking the cheap effects in TOS, and what does that get me?
Zeke: Your own section.
Marc: Hang on. Zeke, are you implying that you complain to accomplish some purpose?
Zeke: I want to be Emperor. Then I'd have it all. Women, money, pie....
Kira: talk at once.
ZEKE, IJD, & Marc: Huh?
Kira: See, that way we could see if anybody was interrupted in mid-sentence, and we could spot temporal anomalies.
Marc: Oh, come on. That would never work.
Kira: Yeah, I know. Sorry.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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