Hey, it’s Choz of the 31st Century again. I’m still trapped in this shit era where children choke themselves to get high and adults find this noise they call “Coldplay” inspiring. I can’t stand the people here. They insistently ask me about the weather when they can simply look outside. These people are retarded!
Anyway, I found a very interesting note in the mailbox today whilst returning from Chiz’s extremely boring, dead-end job. Here’s what it read:
I couldn’t believe it! Chiz is alive! However, I knew this note was an obvious ruse to lure me into an ambush. I immediately started devising a plot to get Chiz back so that I may relinquish myself from this taxing challenge. I had almost perfected my grand scheme, when I found the second half of the note:
Well, I suppose I must venture over to this house to retrieve Chiz so that I may begin work on constructing a new time machine. ‘Til next time!