Why are you making that face?
“This is, uh, Bobby Picture Pose #1.”
Right, but you don’t start doing your poses for at least 20 years.
“Uh-huh. I don’t know if you’ve been, you know, apprised of the situation, but time’s getting real slippery.”
Have you spoken to Phil?
“Phil from when?”
Mid-80’s.
“Y’know, I been meaning to give him a call. Hanging out a lot with 2015 Phil.”
Why?
“Free meals.”
Sure. Question.
“There’s a lot of dinosaurs.”
Are there dino…okay. Yeah, this is all Phil’s fault.
“Yeah?”
Yeah. He absconded with the Time Sheath–
“TIME SCARF!”
–and…dammit.
“YOU CALL THAT DEVICE O’ NIGH-ON INFINITE POWER BY ISS RIGHTFUL NAME, BOY.”
I am. It’s a Time Sheath.
“Hey, Elvis.”
“HELLO THERE, YOUNG MAN. AH BELIEVE AH KNOW YER FATHER.”
“No, that’s me 30 years from now.”
“YOU OUGHTA MOISTURIZE MORE, BOY. YOU ONE O’ THEM GRATEFUL DEADS?”
“Yeah, I’m the Bobby. I mean, my name’s Bobby, but I am also the Bobby.”
“BOY, AH’M GONNA ASK YOU A QUESTION AN’ AH DO NOT WANT YOU T’ GET OFFENDED.”
“Okee-doke.”
“YOU SLOW?”
“Just my tempos.”
“STOP TALKIN’ IN CIRCLES AN’ RIDDLES, HIPPIE! WE GOT TIMESTREAMS A-JUMPIN’ THEIR BANKS AN’ A-FLOODIN’ UP ON PEOPLE’S VERANDAS!”
“And dinosaurs.”
“AND DINOSAURS. LAST NIGHT, A PACK O’ RAPTORS ATE MAH STANKY, UNLETTERED, SNAGGLETOOTHED WEASEL’S ASSHOLE OF A DADDY–”
“Vernon.”
Vernon.
“VERNON. CHARLIE HODGE IS BRINGIN’ DADDY SCARVES AN’ WATER IN HEAVEN NOW!”
Did the raptors eat Charlie Hodge, too?
“CHARLIE HODGE LOST HIS LIFE IN A CONCURRENT, BUT UNRELATED, INCIDENT.”
You shot him?
“AH DID. OUT OF MAH GRIEF, AH DID. ALSO AH WANTED TO.”
Sure, but now you don’t have anyone to bring you your scarves and water.
“GOT THAT COVERED. SENSEI BENJY?”
“Yeah, King?”
“WHEN ARE YOU?”
“King, I’m in the 90’s.”
“WHATCHOO DOIN’ THEN?”
“I am teaching some inner-city youth about the beauty of poetry by using Phish lyrics.”
“HOWZAT GOIN’?”
“Not well. Phish’s lyrics are terrible. Plus, an entire row of kids got eaten by dinosaurs.”
“THESE THUNDER-LIZARDS IS BECOMIN’ A NUISANCE!”
“Yeah, and I’m almost out of chalk.”
“SENSEI BENJY, YOU MUST USE YER POWERS T’ BRING BACK MAH EYEBROW-LESS, MANGE-COVERED, PAROLE-VIOLATIN’ HOMUNCULUS OF A DADDY–”
“Vernon.”
Vernon.
“Vernon.”
“Bobby, is that you?”
“Hey, Benjy.”
“–VERNON. AN’ ALSO CHARLIE HODGE, IF’N YOU GOT SOME TIME. JOURNEY T’ TH’ NETHERWORLD LIKE ORPHEUS AN’ RETURN WHAT AH LOVE SO MUCH, AN’ ALSO CHARLIE HODGE.”
“Yeah. Uh. Elvis? It doesn’t actually work that way. I don’t think I can, like, bring people back.”
“YOU DON’ THINK? SO YOU NEVER TRIED?”
“Well, no. But I’m pretty sure that I can’t brin–”
THWIP
“Et tu, Elvis?”
flump
“THAT COMMIE SUMBITCH GAVE ME SOME POSION DARTS.”
Of course.
“HAIRLESS GARCIA STILL HERE?”
…
“HAIRLESS GARCIA!? WHERE AND WHEN ARE YOU?”
…
“HAIRLESS!”
“Does he think that’s my name?”
Yes.
“Ah. Uh, Elvis?”
“THERE YOU IS. OR, THEN YOU IS. AH AM NOT QUITE SURE WHASS GOIN’ ON HERE. OR NOW.”
“You just gotta roll with it until he runs out of pictures.”
“OR SOMETIMES HE JUST GETS BORED.”
“Also an option.”
“BUT F’R NOW WE GOT DINOSAURS AN’ TIME SHENANIGANS T’ FIX UP. TELL YER KING WHERE YER BASS PLAYER IS.”
“Phil?”
“AH DID’N ASK WHAT HIS NAME WAS, AH ASKED WHERE HE WAS. AH AIN’T NEVER ASKED NO BASS PLAYER’S NAME, BOY!”
“Good philosophy.”
“ISS SERVED ME WELL SO FAR. AW RIGHT, HAIRLESS GARCIA. LESS GO ADVENTURIN’ THROUGH TIME T’ DEFEAT COMMUNISM.”
“You bet.”
…
…
…
“Excuse me?”
Yes? Who are you?
“The guy with Bobby in the jacket.”
Ah. Randos don’t get speaking parts.
“Where am I?”
It’s complicated, but it’s over.
“What.”
Post’s done. All finished here.
“So what do I do?”
After I leave?
“Yeah?”
You read your Bible, Rando?
“Yeah.”
You’re in Limbo.
“For how long?”
You should have brought a book.
“Oh.”
Later.
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