It's my birthday and I'll scry if I want to...
Well, despite the best efforts of the Time Brigade to drag me out of retirement to fight Evil Space Weasels, which turned out to actually be Evil Space Weevils but a certain Brigadier has *terrible* handwriting, and then I came down with Evil Space Measles, but I'm better, I'm back, and I'm celebrating turning 40,003 (subjective) by using my awesome magical powers to peer into my personal future.
Paradox, for the record, tastes kind of like ham marmalade.
I can see... a novel new form of sandwich and what appears to be... oh my. Somebody should tell that poor dear she turns naked when she changes costume like that. And... corn chips? Something about corn chips.
Stay tuned, mortals!
Paradox, for the record, tastes kind of like ham marmalade.
I can see... a novel new form of sandwich and what appears to be... oh my. Somebody should tell that poor dear she turns naked when she changes costume like that. And... corn chips? Something about corn chips.
Stay tuned, mortals!