No, actually, you're not excused. You're the furthest thing from it, actually. Because you and your little love affair is muddying the waters of history and don't you think it's muddied up enough already with the whole you-know-what and T E M P - - - (fill in the blanks, yeah?) business? So here's me, Shaun Hastings, putting in a formal request for you to, you know, STOP.
On the orders of the time-space continuum? At the expense of not making historians tear their hair out for years to come over you being unable to keep it IN YOUR TROUSERS?
For the record, just because we're in some sort of odd temporal loop outside of known space does not mean we're outside of the time-space continuum. If you watched British telly from the 60s, you'd know a thing or two about that.
Well I don't know, nothing I suppose. Frustration for us poor, underpaid, under appreciated chroniclers of history. The eventual guilt of knowing you bollocksed up the time-space continuum if you ever become self-aware enough to understand what that is.
You are still talking, regardless if it is in person or not.
So then I should stop for the benefit of your mind and your sanity? As far as I can recall, the future will not be affected because I have not been spoken ill of, as you claim I will be.
Have you brought this to Caterina's attention? I am certain she would be interested in hearing it.
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Well I don't know, nothing I suppose. Frustration for us poor, underpaid, under appreciated chroniclers of history. The eventual guilt of knowing you bollocksed up the time-space continuum if you ever become self-aware enough to understand what that is.
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So then I should stop for the benefit of your mind and your sanity? As far as I can recall, the future will not be affected because I have not been spoken ill of, as you claim I will be.
Have you brought this to Caterina's attention? I am certain she would be interested in hearing it.