So here is how I see it. Bob killed Laura

So here is how I see it. Bob killed Laura Palmer and then shot JR. Now with enough funds, he took over Dharma Initiative and went back in time. To become.. Luke Skywalker's father!

Bob had so much potential. He was high on life. He killed Anakin and took his place, all without making a sound. He was going to be the God of all time forever. He was Bob, King of

all Things Material. He was a Material Boy living in a material world. Well not really. Bob had a pot belly & wore white cotton tank tops & black sock. But now he was Darth Gut,

sitting on his buttocks all day reading Walbert T. Figueroa's poetry. Beer in his left hand and sushi on his right, he was the modern day potato couch. Anyway, his phone decided to

ring right at that moment. He stretched his thickly skinned arm (still sore from a day at the firing range) over to the table next to him. Thank god it wasn't his wife, who knows

he has bullets for brains. Good thing it wasn't her. She wouldn't approve of him being at the firing range. "Ugh," he moaned at the pain in his shoulder as he held the phone to his

ear to call a doctor. His job as a target at the firing range came with a range of benefits including health insurance. But... they didn't cover gunshot wounds! He had to remove bu

llets each night when he got home. Nothing but flesh wounds really. Had to pay his student loan off somehow. "I should never have majored in English Literature," he mused. Bullets

don't care about English Lit or student loans. The flinty lead bullets tore him to shreds. His life became a dream, then a memory, then an impression. then a hazy picture, then

again maybe he was stuck in purgatory like that tv show Lost. It was a less than satisfying ending to a life he never really lived.