Me = starving, about to eat a sandwich
Future Me = stepping through a glowing rift in space and time
Me – Hey you look familiar.
Future Me – I’m you from the future and there’s no time to explain! Don’t eat that sandwich!
Me – Why?
Future Me – There’s no time to explain! If you eat that sandwich terrible things will happen!
Me – What terrible things?
Future Me – What part of there’s no time to explain don’t you understand?
Me – Wait a minute: if you know that terrible things will happen then you must have eaten this sandwich, and you turned out fine.
Future Me – Fine? Do I look fine to you? I’m begging you: if you care at all about your future well-being, you will give me that sandwich immediately!
Me – What are you going to do with it?
Future Me – I’m going to banish it into the future, where it will become nothing but harmless ham and cheese once again.
Me = reluctantly giving Future Me the sandwich
Future Me – You’ve made the right choice. Farewell!
Future Me = disappearing back through the glowing rift
Me – That was strange . . . I’m starving . . . I wish I had a sandwich . . .
Me = looking at the glowing rift, shrugging, stepping through.
Past Me = starving, about to eat a sandwich
Past Me – Hey you look familiar.
Me – I’m from the future and there’s no time to explain! Don’t eat that sandwich!
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