'Attention, attention', the llama says. 'You have got visitors, two of them. And do not disturb me. I am going to take a long, warm bath with lots of foam and some bubbles.'
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'I don't know who you are.'
'I am your future self from the year 2053.'
'You are looking quite young for an eighty years old man.'
'I am getting injections of altered cells from used umbilical cords every thirty-three weeks. Keeps you quite young looking and in shape.'
'And who is that boy you are travelling with? And why are you both dressed exactly the same?'
'That is your fourteen year old self from the year 1987, Bromford. Or should I say, our fourteen year old self? You, too, have to dress exactly like we do and come with us on a journey through time and space to prevent the apocalypse from happening, again.'
'But… are you?... Can I?... I don't want to… .'
'I am your future self from the year 2053.'
'You are looking quite young for an eighty years old man.'
'I am getting injections of altered cells from used umbilical cords every thirty-three weeks. Keeps you quite young looking and in shape.'
'And who is that boy you are travelling with? And why are you both dressed exactly the same?'
'That is your fourteen year old self from the year 1987, Bromford. Or should I say, our fourteen year old self? You, too, have to dress exactly like we do and come with us on a journey through time and space to prevent the apocalypse from happening, again.'
'But… are you?... Can I?... I don't want to… .'
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'Ah, this was a refreshing bath', the llama says. 'Feel my soft wool and smell the flavour of lavender in the evening.'
'Fom the future…', I stumble out of my slumber on the leather couch in the living room. 'And from the past. Who are you?'
'Come on, human', the llama says. 'Stop being so DARK. Sing your song and open another fortune cookie.'
I have to prevent the apocalypse, I think. Again. No, I think, we have to. But I cannot rely on my fourteen year old self.
I walk over to the compact disc player and press POWER ON.
'Fom the future…', I stumble out of my slumber on the leather couch in the living room. 'And from the past. Who are you?'
'Come on, human', the llama says. 'Stop being so DARK. Sing your song and open another fortune cookie.'
I have to prevent the apocalypse, I think. Again. No, I think, we have to. But I cannot rely on my fourteen year old self.
I walk over to the compact disc player and press POWER ON.
We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs that helping hand
And if young Nigel says he's happy
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
We're only making plans for Nigel
We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed, yeah
And if young Nigel says he's happy
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Nigel is not outspoken
Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak, and he loves to be spoken to (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)
And the fortune cookie says,
Every day is good for positive changes.
Today is Tuesday, the 29th of September 2020.
Call for Help - This Is the Chair
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