CHAPTA THREE:
As the camera panned over San Fran-Germany, Tommy walked home from work, all the while, attempting to remove his cumbersome clothes. On the way home, he decided to buy Lisa some flowers, because he is a wonderful future husband.
Tommy entered the flower shop and in doing so, caused a rift in the time space continuum. After that point, al events seemed to happen at an alarming speed, sometimes in an incorrect sequence as well.
"Heil, can I help you?"
"Heil, can I get a dozen red roses, please?" he barked of the portly bulldog attending the counter. Because of the rift in space running through her store, she was unable to perceive his presence until he was a foot away from her.
"Oh heil, Fuhrer, I didn't know it was you. Here you are" she worfed handing him the flowers.
"That's me!" he rebarked to her first comment because the second hadn't crossed the rift yet.
The next exchange seemed to happen nearly all at once due to the iunterruptioins in time.
"How much is it?" "That'll be 18 dollars" "Here you go, keep the change. Hi doggy (this he spoke to a pomeranian on the counter, who was obviously not as highly regarded because of its unfortunate circumstances of being born a filthy pomeranian)" "You're my favourite customer." "Thanks a lot, bhiel!"
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(AN)(that's the sound time makes when it's gone wibbly. Which it did. Some days were lost, some memories were wiped, and personally, I have no idea what the hell happened after that.