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Don’t say a word. Evening, Doctor Brown, what’s with the wire? Great Scott. Let me see that photograph again of your brother. Just as I thought, this proves my theory, look at your brother. Without any sugar. Don’t tell me. Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the Saturday Evening Post?

His head’s gone, it’s like it’s been erased. Hey, hey, Doc, where are you? Shut your filthy mouth, I’m not that kind of girl. Who are you? Uh no, not hard at all. So anyway, George, now Lorraine, she really likes you. She told me to tell you that she wants you to ask her to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance.

Dear Doctor Brown, on the night that I go back in time, you will be shot by terrorists. Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible disaster. Your friend, Marty. Crazy drunk drivers. Stop it. What, I don’t get what happened. What’s with the life preserver?