Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: itâs just so beautiful
The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say
Me, sniffling: I didnât realize, I canât, itâs so much, I, I⌠are the chips good, at least?
Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: theyâre⌠magical, strange traveler




















