I'm in a playground I recognize as being one I used to go to with my ex-girlfriend
, in Sayreville, NJ
. I'm playing on a small merry-go-round
; it's about 6 feet in diameter and made of tin o aluminum
, so it doesn't really work up all that much angular momentum
. Somehow, though, I know that if I manage to apply enough torque
to spin it up to 331
, it will act as a time machine
. I therefore proceed to try all manner of methods to apply such torque.
I succeed in spinning up the merry-go-round, but instead of me being transported forward in time, an M&M from the future has been transported backwards -- but it's not an M&M, it's really my girlfriend. She attempts to seduce me, but she has ulterior motives; apparently if I sleep with her, her future M&M-self won't be eaten.
Later, I'm in a hospital. My clothes have been taken away from me, and people are attempting to feed me a charcoal milkshake. I wake.
aHow this relates to 88 mph, I'm not sure.