Oh, thank you, thank you. Okay now, we run some industrial strength electrical cable from the top of the clocktower down to spreading it over the street between two lamp posts. Meanwhile, we out-fitted the vehicle with this big pole and hook which runs directly into the flux-capacitor. At the calculated moment, you start off from down the street driving toward the cable execrating to eighty-eight miles per hour. According to the flyer, at !0:04 pm lightning will strike the clocktower sending one point twenty-one gigawatts into the flux-capacitor, sending you back to 1985. Alright now, watch this. You wind up the car and release it, I’ll simulate the lightening. Ready, set, release. Huhh. C’mon. Let’s get him. Oh, no no no, I never uh, I never let anybody read my stories. Unroll their fire.

Doc, you gotta help me. you were the only one who knows how your time machine works. Breakfast. What? Look, I’m just not ready to ask Lorraine out to the dance, and not you, nor anybody else on this planet is gonna make me change my mind. Quiet down, I’m sure the car is fine.

Well, she’s not doing a very good job. That’s Calvin Klein, oh my god, he’s a dream. Wait a minute, wait a minute. 1:15 in the morning? Oh. I’m telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me.