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JAKE and FRANK are hanging out in their dorm room. They are both working on their laptops.

FRANK
Yes. I got it. I got it. I’m rich.

JAKE
Dude. What’s going on? What happened?

FRANK
It. I figured it out. Okay, so you know how people are always trying to figure out time travel and also space travel. Well I figured it out. Time and space are related so I combined the formulas and they work together. I know how to travel through time and space. I am going to be rich.

FUTURE FRANK appears out of nowhere. He is missing an arm. Wearing an eye patch and he’s clearly scarred over most of his face.

FRANK
Oh my god. It’s me. From the future. It works. The formula works.

FUTURE FRANK
Forget the formula dude. Bad idea.

FRANK
But…

FUTURE FRANK
I don’t have an arm.

FRANK
But…

FUTURE FRANK
Or my right eye.

JAKE
That sucks.

FUTURE FRANK
Or a right testicle. (pause) Or a big toe on the left side.

JAKE
Why do you keep losing one of things?

FUTURE FRANK
The future is really complicated, you wouldn’t understand.

JAKE
Gambling debts.

FUTURE FRANK
No. Yes. And aliens.

FRANK
There are aliens in the future? I can’t wait to get there. I’m going to start work on the time/space machine tonight.

FUTURE FRANK
Have you not been listening?

FRANK
It’ll be fine.

Future Frank shoots him with a laser. They both disappear. The formula floats to the ground. Jake picks it up. A FUTURE JAKE appears. He’s missing both legs and has a javelin stuck out of his chest.

FUTURE JAKE
Don’t even think about it.

JAKE
Okay.