Time. Travel. SUCKS!
I had to go on a mission back to 2057 to stop a big oil company from eventually polluting the world's oceans.
Now I'm locked in a crappy little room with a crappy little window in the back of a big ol' truck.
"Hey! Numbskull! Can't you at least *try* to avoid the bumps?"
He started crying, crap.
"Look, I'm sorry, I'm just not from around here, and I'm frustrated at how this turned out."
I spared a glance out my window and the air started turning black, the heck?
Smoke! It's smoke! Shoot! I gotta get out of here!!
Woah! Woah! The driver is leaving!!
"Hey! You! Do *not* leave me!!"
Stupid hippie with her stupid toe rings, this is all her fault! When I get back to the future I quit! I quit, I quit, I quit! Gosh, I hope this is quick. If I die here, I'm firing that stupid insurance consultant when I'm revived, sure I have death insurance, but still! It hurts when I die!
Well, at least I still have my phone, maybe I should play a game to pass the time until... I already lost. Stupid phone, stupid game, stupid hippie, stupid oil company!!
Oh. Great. The truck is on fire. See ya next.