Stairwell Aficionado
From the rooftop, and after I'd eaten my meal, I ran down this stairwell to escape the bill.
But then I remembered that I had paid directly after ordering.
So then I performed the ancient vegan trick of regurgitating partially digested food to travel backwards in time.
I did so, re-filling my plate with a saliva-heavy gelatinous tempeh slider.
The world shifted around me, and then I was on the rooftop, 20 minutes in the past.
The outside stairwell cradled my feet as I propelled myself down it. I threw open the front door to the restaurant, saw my past self attempting to pay the cashier, and stole my own money back!
Fwahahaha's trailed behind me as I fled the scene.
But then the guilt set in.
Was I really about to deny my past self the pleasure of nomming a big chungus lasagna? No.
I ran back inside, returned the money, and complimented my other self on his physical attractiveness and the massive size and variability of his expansive Pokedex.
I walked back up the beautiful metal stairs to my plate of mush that time-traveled with me.
I then performed the sacred art of traveling FORWARD in time by eating the previously upchucked chicken scratch.
4/5 Would consume again, again.
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