And if I swim down to the rock formation and touch one of the stones and then swim back up to the surface, I’ll be in another dimension.
You’re full of shit.
What does that mean?
What do you mean, “What does that mean?”? It means you’re full of shit. You’re a liar.
I’m not. It’s true.
How do you know?
Because I did it.
This morning. Just before I met you.
So shouldn’t you be somewhere else?
I am somewhere else. I’m here.
No shit, Sherlock. So you’re saying you’re not from here?
No. You’ve been calling me “fucking weird” all day. Why do you think that is?
You are fucking weird. And you’re full of shit.
Ok, where are you from? Mars?
No, I’m not an alien. I just arrived from a different time zone. 2218.
So you expect me to believe that this pond still exists two hunnert and forty somethin’ years from now? And that you went swimming and ended up here?
No. There wasn’t a pond. Just the rocks. When I went into the rocks, I became dizzy and fainted. When I came to, I was in water. Then I stumbled into your camp and you told me it was 1972.
You’re shittin’ me.
I’m not. If you don’t believe me, try it.
I’m not tryin’ it.
Why not? What have you got to lose? Do you want to go back to jail?
No, I don’t want to go back to jail, but I sure as shit don’t want to go to 2218 either. Not that I would because you’re full of shit, but even if you weren’t, I wouldn’t want to go.
Yes you are. You’re afraid
Listen, asshole, I’m about to beat you into next week and I won’t need any pond stones to do it, so shut your trap.
Come on. Try it. I’ll go with you.
I’m not go…..did you hear that?
The barking? Yes. I heard it.
Shit, they’re using the dogs. Shit shit shit.
You like this word, “shit”.
It’s just a fucking word. Jesus, you’re so fucking weird. Let’s go.
Where are we going?