I have a feeling it's your fault too.
But naturally, I'll blame the Irish.

You know there is actually a good chance that every thing is the irish's fault. well mostly mine but I blame them.


You see one time I was trying to send several hundred thousand tons of Irish whiskey back in time along with quite a few nuclear warheads. Don't ask why. I cant remember. There had already been a lot of whiskey that night. I have vague recollections of screaming something about building the perfect drunken nuclear society.

And....well....I either sent that stuff forward 14 billion years or back 14 billion years. We don't know for sure because shortly after that I destroyed the console on that machine by running into it head first on a bet.


I won 15 bucks.

Yeah, ok. We get the joke.
Chill a bit.

If you're gonna have a gimmick, you may as well ride it full throttle, I suppose.

a lot of setup though

I do something like this, but I peel the kid's face instead of the cup. It gets them every time.