What you don't know is that I was Emmitt's physics prof in college. Yeah, I know he looks old and I still look 30-something. It's a time-travel thing... ...you wouldn't understand.
So anyways, one day I sez to Emmitt, I sez, "Say there, Emmitt... I see you're workin' on a capacitor."
An' Emmitt sez to me, he sez, "Yeah. I want to make it for time travel."
So I look Emmitt up an' down, (slight little easily scared thing that Emmitt was), and I sez, "Emmitt, you're just tired of the girls beating you up all the time, idn't that the truth?"
Emmitt looked at his shoes and answered glumly, "Yessir."
So I sez to Emmitt, I sez, "Then it seems to me that if you're workin' on time travel, you oughta' put some flux in that there capacitor somewhere, or fat chance it's gonna' work."
I'm told he patented the thing, and sold it to a buncha' Hollywood Execs to make a half-decent trilogy of movies or somethin'. I just wish they'd use it to better study Hollywood history so they could do at least half-decent remakes, because every remake of a classic movie is crap these days...
...but I digress.
Point is, Emmitt's gotten full of himself in his old age, and likes to think his "flux capacitor" is all that -- which it is, mind you, but only because I made it. But you won't hear it from that showboat.
As for me and the backwards routine, I was fresh outta' flux the day I wanted to time travel, and sometimes you gotta' improvise, y'know? So, sorry 'Doc' if it doesn't meet with your rigorous standards. 🙄
So anyways, the next time you see "little Emmie", you punch him hard in the shoulder and tell 'im, "Cindy Krakowski misses him". See if he doesn't fold like a cheap suit and start bawlin' like a little girl.
Who, me? A goof? Never!
>HUGS BACK!<
