The Past, The Present, and The Future walked into a bar. it was tense
“The bar was tense… the baaarrrr was tennssse…” As he mulls over Harley’s joke, spindly fingers drumming along the side of his face, the Grinch wrinkles his nose. Something isn’t quite adding up. “Is it one of those ‘alcoholic beverage service building is actually metal bar’ jokes, or…”
And then his eyes light up, face brightening. The equivalent of a bulb flicking on over his head.
“Wait, I get it! Verbs!”
“ … How I despise them.”














