Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: itās 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 didnāt realize, I canāt, itās so much, I, I⦠are the chips good, at least?
Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: theyāre⦠magical, strange traveler




















