I displaced the spacetime continuum so I could be in two places at once. One instance of me went about his everyday activites while another instance hitchhiked to Canada. To avoid a paradox, the second instance did well to avoid family and friends. He spent a month and a half in the country of canucks. Holding up in a hotel, running up quite a bill I might add. I don’t even want to know what he did.
He returned with copies for me to watch but also with a dilemma, what were we to do with two instances of 'talos?
He didn’t know that I had already drugged his scotch but when the moment came I couldn’t go through with it. I slapped the scotch out of his hand. He laughed, “You drugged it, didn’t you?” I bowed my head in shame. Then he said, “Don’t start the car.” I looked up astonished. While we disarmed the car bomb, we discussed what to do. It was decided he would grow a goatee…alright enuff! You all know what I did!