Marty's like, "Doc, what's happening, why are there two mes?" and "We have to make my parents get it on so I can exist." And Doc says, "where we're going we don't need roads."
"you must be extremely careful not to run into your other self."
--Doc Brown
PS. Aparently 2015 is going to be hella cool--(hella-ha!) hover cars and boards and jackets that dry themselves off and announce it in a robotic voice.
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our lady friend with the white hair leans way back and rolls her eyes up toward doc brown's lost era. the future wasn't ugly then; it had fun.
more recent mad scientists envision scary, looming places, and the white haired woman prefers the company of old doc brown. the kid's pretty cute, too, even with his silly rollerboard.
yours.
dodger.
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