"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" he said into the microphone

"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" he said into the microphone at the drive-thru. With a perfect Parisian accent, one of the requirements for the job. The box squawked in response

"Le Royale, vite!" Then a gun shoved in his face. Marty stood stunned then glanced in the car's back seat to see trickles of blood. "Merd", he though in perfect Parisian

before rushing to find his gun with silver bullets. Obviously, an American Werewolf was on the loose in Paris. Marty stood at the

gray Delorean, Doc sprinted out. Hair billowing, screaming. Marty shot the werewolf with silver bullets. Back in the car, back to the future. Bill and Ted looked at the flaming

corpse. Ted said "Dude, so you're telling me the dude from Back to the Future just shot the dude from Teen Wolf. His own grandpa?" Bill: "Yeah." Ted: "Woah."

Bill: "I shot my own grandpa once." Ted: "Whoah. Like, how are you alive, dude?" Bill: "Huh?" Then Bill ceased to exist, because he had no ancestors. Ted felt lost without a frien

and thus unable to build a time machine. But if he exercised his brain, did sudukos, read clever articles about particle accelerators and stuff. He might just get enough brain powe

r to comprehend warped spacetimes, quantum electrodynamics, & how to use God's algorithm to solve Rubik's cube. He spent his idle hrs at the barbershop reading Popular Electronics

and the Bible. Between both, he figured he'd gain all Truth in the universe. Subsequently, he became the wisest man in the world. He had answers to all of life's hairiest dilemmas.