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[Aimless Gallivanter]

*answers the door*
Ah hello Grodd! I didnt order a time machine, those dont exist. Ill definitely be taking the box though!  And Id say you could keep the Happiness, but youre not legal. Did you get my sharpies?

[Groddil]

In the past...

* Graddil shrugs.

"Don't ask me, mate. I just deliver the paperwork. Apparently, there's this fine print here that says: 'If you don't accept the time machine, this conversation will never happen, and you will have never traveled to the past anyway. Plus, it'll apparently cause the complete breakdown of your reality, and mine, turning them into the sort of den of chaos inhabited by people such as Lord Ashenwytelulz' So, for everyone's sack, I SUGGEST YOU TAKE THE STINKING TIME MACHINE!!!"

* Graddil thinks for a bit.

"Hmm, you still seem a bit eccentric. I must have to deliver the Happiness jars to a bit earlier in the time scheme. And I don't have any orders here for sharpies, but some guy called Games Jryphon ordered a packet of them yesterday, so I suppose you can have them."

* Graddil hands Galli the cardboard box, the time machine and the sharpies.

(imagine this next sentence in a completely deadpan tone)
"Thank you for your purchase, Groddil's Ye Olde Magick Shoppe is grateful to its customers, and we hope you enjoy your past, present, and future. Also, Groddil cloned himself to create me. I'm enslaved to this darn timewarp delivery service against my will. Help me."

* Graddil grabs the happiness and disappears.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

*Takes the time machine*

[Aimless Gallivanter]

*shakes her head* Cant people get its just imagination? Time machines arent real! Its just a good ole cardboard box. Silly bean.

[Groddil]

* Greddil pops out of nowhere.

"Umm, we do know that the actual machine is fake. The problem is, Graddil isn't, and if you refused to take the imaginary box masquerading as a time machine, which you imaginately used to get here, but you actually didn't because this entire time frame is just the Space-Time equivalent of Graddil's nightmares, and you were brought here due to a paradox in whether or not you accepted the delivery in this timeframe or your original timeframe, before being imaginative, which accidentally brought you here. So, yeah. Enjoy your second cardboard box."

* Greddil squirts Galli and Rosie with a spray bottle full of Graddil's Handy-Dandy Time-Eraser fluid.#

* Greddil disappears.

# Graddil's Handy-Dandy Time-Eraser Fluid is available now, at Groddil's Ye Olde Magick Shoppe. For just seven FORUMBUCKS, or three cans of SPAM, you can buy a spray bottle full of Graddil's Handy-Dandy Time-Eraser Fluid! This amazing elixir, when sprayed on any person or thing, will erase them from the current timeline and send their conscience back to their original timeline!
WARNING! USING Graddil's Handy-Dandy Time-Eraser Fluid ON A PERSON OR OBJECT WHILE IN THEIR ORIGINAL TIMELINE WILL CAUSE THEIR CONSCIENCE TO BE RANDOMLY TRANSFERRED TO ONE OF THEIR ALTERNATE SELVES IN A DIFFERENT TIMELINE OR UNIVERSE. EXERCISE CAUTION AT ALL TIMES, AND KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN!

[Eulaliaaa!]

*Walks into topic with a tiny little box* *Sadly places it on the ground and manages to fit one toe inside of it* *Stares pathetically at the bigger box that could fit a Eul inside*

[Aimless Gallivanter]

Come on Eul there's plenty of room in Aimless Gallivanter's Wondrous Cardboard Box!!!!

[Eulaliaaa!]

Weeeee! *Sits in box and lights a match, spilling lighter fluid all over*

[Aimless Gallivanter]

Congrats you've been uninvited!!! *Shoves Eul and her burnt out match out of the box*

[Eulaliaaa!]

*Sobs so pathetically that you can't hear anything else and are not having any fun*

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Poor Eul.

*Decapitates Eul and kicks the headless body into the street*

[Eulaliaaa!]

*Walks around blindly without a head, hands waving about to try and find it*

[Aimless Gallivanter]

*screams* *covers her eyes and hides in her box*
WHY THIS

[Eulaliaaa!]

*Accidentally grabs Galli's face, thinking it is my head*

[Ashleg]

* Ashleg runs into the box, screaming.

I LOVE BOXES! That, and it's raining. THE BOX SHALL BE OUR STORM SHELTER!