Oh, wait you said “MOAT” well that’s totally different! Alright, you can keep reading, but I hope you know I expect it to be completely dug by the end of the day. And I don’t want a standard draw-bridge. I want one of those things like on old desks that rolls down from the top. In a nice deep varnish.

You head off again walking to D.C. until you hear a voice behind you. THAT voice.

“Neighbor-person! Neighbor-person! You aren’t going to believe what Fuzzywig found! I think it’s a time machine!”

You laugh. That’s like the 17th time this week Furboa has claimed to have found a time machine!

“No thanks. I’ve got a letter to mail.”

“Oooh a letter! Is it for me? Can I read it?”

What do you do?