Casual Atire

That’s George McFly. I got enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night, future boy. Time machine, I haven’t invented any time machine. Doc, Doc. Oh, no. You’re alive. Bullet proof vest, how did you know, I never got a chance to tell you. About all that talk about screwing up future events, the space time continuum. Ronald Reagon.

Ah. Whoa. Alright, alright, okay McFly, get a grip on yourself. It’s all a dream. Just a very intense dream. Woh, hey, listen, you gotta help me. Hey Dad, George, hey, you on the bike. Whoa, they really cleaned this place up, looks brand new. Ahh.

Yeah. There, there, now, just relax. You’ve been asleep for almost nine hours now. Whoa, whoa, Biff, what’s that? Mom, is that you? Give me a hand, Lorenzo. Ow, dammit, man, I sliced my hand.

Marty, you interacted with anybody else today, besides me? Lorraine, are you up there? Well yeah, you know we have two of them. What, what? Hey you, get your damn hands off, oh.

What was it, George, bird watching? Flux capacitor. Hey, Doc? Doc. Hello, anybody home? Einstein, come here, boy. What’s going on? Wha- aw, god. Aw, Jesus. Whoa, rock and roll. Yo Right, okay, so right around 9:00 she’s gonna get very angry with me. Ahh. Ahh.