Peasant who I transported from the late Roman empire: So, has the mother church agreed that the Son and the Father are homo ousios or homoi ousios? Me: Next up, I'm going to need you to try one Dorito that's Flamas flavor and one that's Flamin' Hot Limon flavor. I'm particularly interested in whether or not they seem different to you. Peasant: Please. My eternal salvation in the heavenly kingdom depends on it. Me: After that, I have a Lay's chip called "All Dressed", and I'd love to hear what you would guess is the recipe
Me: And that should just about do it! Before I send you back, could you just pick one chip that's your overall favorite? Peasant: The preacher told me Jesus would return in my lifetime. Has he truly abandoned this sin-stained world for so long? Me: I already told you, God got killed in the 1800s by science. Now are you gonna pick or should I just put down Zesty Cool Ranch?
The peasant, back in his own time: I must do all that I can in order to prevent this unholy future, while also still inventing Hickory BBQ Wavy Lays. Those were pretty good.
