Today was the day it would stop. Yes today

Today was the day it would stop. Yes today was the day for it to stop. It should of never started in the first place.

Everyone thought my perpetual motion machine was a godsend. What we didn't know was that the power increased. All our capacitors where reaching the limit. How could we stop it?

Why, with Doc Brown of course. As soon as I thought I heard, "Marty, Marty, Marty, Marty, Marty" from down then hall came the Doc, wild white hair flying, big pants billowing

itsy bitsy teeny weeny polka dot bikini but I don't think 1955's world is ready for it yet." Doc Brown held up his invention & it took Marty a moment to figure out what he was seei

-ng: it was a huge and frumpy, truly dumpy beige and teal plaid one-piece bathing suit with a family of four living comfortably inside it. "Doc Brown," exclaimed Marty, "you have

zero fashion sense!" "Great Scott, you need to stop judging me, Marty! Yeah I shrank the neighbors, but it was for science, & I was aiming for the wife's mouth." The tiny people st

uttered uselessly. Marty had to admit the neighbors were annoying, but they were also vengeful plagiarists who created a poorly-written show about him and Doc that dropouts loved.

Actually it was original.

But being original didn’t make it good, and we argued. “How about an original Picasso?” We agreed that was good. “How about original Picasso poop?” On that point we were undecided.