A NorthWest crew of artistic friendlies.

"You know what's crazy about time travel?" asked Dean

"No, what?" Geoff asked with little interest.

"That if it's possible that means that no one can change time and there is a set plan for everyone and everything already." Dean stated with a sense of dread.

Quizzically Geoff asked "how do you figure?"

Continuing Dean explained, "well if we can go into the past then it has to be possible to move into the future. And if we can go into the future then everything everyone has and ever will do has to be fully plotted out in some kind of universal DNA. Even if someone goes into the future to ♥♥♥♥ stuff up that too would've already been foreseen, so instead of 'changing' the future all they're doing is playing a part already laid out a billion times before and another infinite amount of times yet to happen."

"...whoa" Geoff gasped.

Dean shuttered "I know, frightening as all hell right?"

"No not that you idiot, look at those watermelons!" Geoff exclaimed with a very loud emphasis on watermelons, enough so that the girl walking by the shop turned and scoffed.

"Dirty creeps!" the girl shrieked.

"Those are some some doubly delicious dum dum's right there," Dean said "good catch G."

"Yeah I would eat a Quadruple-Decker Possum Poutine with Jalepeno Gizzard Mash and a Goliath Pepto-Insulin-Banana Shake at Maud's Famous Fried Fix'n's in front of a starving Ethiopian for even a chance to stick my face in there rev my engines." Said Geoff.

"You always have had a fine way of putting things." Stated Dean

"By the way, no more inter-dimensional time travel theory please." begged Geoff "Gives me heartburn."

"Speaking of which, do you feel like getting a pair of shakes at Maud's after we close up?" asked Dean