You walk into Furboa’s apartment, expecting to see a couch cushion fort or pile of crackers with a scrawling “Time Machine” label but that’s not what you see at all.

A large dirty antique bathtub is now in the middle of the living room, with a large dirty antique man sitting naked inside of it!

“Oh, scuz me,” the man gets up, wrapping his long moustache over his unmentionable bits circa 1880 and walks out of the apartment. You stare at the tub in disbelief and at the carefully painted words along the side “TIME MACHINE, PLEASE WAIT AT LEAST A HALF HOUR AFTER EATING BEFORE USE.”

A time machine! A friggin’ time machine!

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