Paneldemonium, Part 6
An incursion of Time Travel Week
Zeke: Fine, Kira. I'm timing you -- if I'm not Emperor in five minutes you're going to pay.
Kira: Oh yeah? You and what army?
Zeke: My clone army.
Marc: Clones? This had better not turn into another "Zuke" thing.
Marc: I agree.
IJD: What the...who are you?
Marc: Who, me?
IJD: No, you.
Marc: I'm from the future. Five minutes in the future, to be exact.
Marc: Pfft. A likely story.
Marc: Masticate me.
Zeke: It's Marc, all right.
Kira: Great, just what we need -- two Marcs.
IJD: Don't you mean three Kiras?
Zeke: Wait -- you're from five minutes in the future? Am I Emperor?
Zeke: You're going down, Kira.
Kira: Er...So what do you want, future Marc?
Marc: I'm here to save you all. Give me a shuttle.
IJD: We don't have a shuttle.
Marc: Then you're all doomed.
Kira: Wait a minute...this sounds familiar....
Zeke, Marc & IJD: Yeah....
Marc: Maybe you're all having déjà vu.
IJD: No, that's not it.
Kira: It doesn't feel like I'm in my "Cause and Effect" fiver....
Zeke: Of course it doesn't. We'd come up with something far more original than ripping off a Next Generation episode.
Kira: Good point.
Marc: No, wait! It's from "Time Squared"! He's lying!
Marc: Heheheheh. I thought it sounded cool.
Kira: So much for being original.
IJD: He only made that part up. Maybe this really is original.
Zeke: What do you really want, Marc?
Marc: Your future selves sent me back here to find a tricorder.
Marc: I've got a tricorder.
Kira: For the last time, THAT'S A SP-- woah, it really is a tricorder.
Zeke: Marc, when did you get a tricorder?
Marc: When I picked up the Boston Globe and changed my name. Here you go.
Marc: Wait...if I have a tricorder, how come you don't in five minutes?
Marc: Do you have a tricorder now?
Marc: No -- I gave it to you.
Marc: I rest my case.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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