dave_kinky
Temporal Navigator
So there we were, sitting in the bar of Ye Olde Tardis, me - the Davester - seven feet tall with glowing tattoos and cyber implants and a thin strip of nanomeat which is all thats left of Chronohistorian occasionally wriggling away in my neural cortex, Little Johnny Titor, in his usual khaki gear, stick-on cheek scar, his son Ethan 'Dogface' Titor in an ill-fitting basque and the boy Creedo, his lazy eye weeping pus and his hairy back crawling with various parasites. Anyway we're all sipping on our Lunarium juice, except for Creedo who's licking his out of a bucket and Little Johnny T says to me, he says 'Dave, you're a time traveller aren't you?' and I'm like 'Yeah yeah John-boy course I am, gertcha, what line you spinning me now?' and he's all like 'Dave why don't you see if them primitives (thats you lot in the 21st century) want to ask any questions about the future?' and I'm all like 'Oh God's death NO John-boy, not all them endless 'can you print me a photo of your clothes in the future' and 'what date is nuclear war please' and 'what is your timeline' and all that sklaxxfasx questions shurely?' and Johnny, Johnny Titor cos he's like had a few jars now he's like 'Oh go ON Dave it'll be a laugh' and little Dogface Ethan he's like giggling and saying 'Yeah yeah' and Creedo's like drooling and frothing a bit which I take it is an agreement so here I am :
I am a time traveller and I will answer your questions about the future
Dave
I am a time traveller and I will answer your questions about the future
Dave