Whoa whoa whoa… stop right there! What have I told you both? We do not…ever…goad the universe! –RecklessPrudence
(#00368 - A003)
Herman’s hand was covered in chalk. He had run out of blackboards and was now working on the walls. “If. We. Can. Synthesize. A breach. In space. And time…”
“In orbit,” said Newt.
“We could… theoretically…”
“Warp the space-time continuum and travelvastdistancespreviouslyunknowntoman! Jus'thinkofallthediscoveries!”
“OI!”
Both men startled to find none other than Stacker Pentecost in their shared lab. “You stop tha’ right there,” he said, pointing an accusatory finger at the writing on the wall. “What have I told you both? We do not… ever… goad the universe!”
“Yessir,” said Newt.
“My apologies,” said Herman.
“You’re supposed t’ be stoppin’ that damn rift, not bloody riding it to Narnia.”
“Yes sir,” said Herman.
“Sorrysir,” mumbled Newt.
“Get back to work.”
“This is your fault.”
“My fault? I’m not the one who wondered about harmonic shifts!”
Pentecost sighed as they started arguing over each other. Scientists. Why did he have to get the only two on the planet with no brakes?
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