In an attempt to ponder the meaning of not being Tim, I stumbled upon a
paradox. A paradox so perplexing and earth shattering it caused the
universe to collapse in on itself, forcing me to carry out the
inconvenient task of going back in time to just before my pondering,
and killing my past self to save the cosmos. It was very exhausting
work. I think I'll indulge myself in a snifter of bourbon,
Dimetapp, and oregano. I call it, "The Scallowanker's Surprise"