I was walking through my town on a misty, mysterious night. A rugged old man was striding around street’s like a stray cat in the middle of the night. Well I guess I can't judge because that’s the exact same thing that im doing this very minute. He looked very intoxicated because of the way he was walking.
“Hello!” I bellowed. No answer “hello!” no answer, he had some sort of clock in his bag. I didn't know what he was doing. “Spit, spit, spit!” “ew!” I said, that nasty man was spitting. “Sorry” said the man in a quiet voice “it’s alright just don’t spit”
“ok” “hey, uh, where are you going?” I say “ oh im dropping this clock at the thrift shop. He pulls out the rugged clock “it looks old” “that's because it is old” “oh how old is the clock” 1000 years old “what!!” I was skeptical for the whole conversation. “Oh well I better get of now by!” a police car came by with roaring sirens “oh no, ahh!”
I knew he was up to no good he was being chased by the police. He pulls out his clock and picks a time “poof” he’s gone “Where has he gone?” The officer said “he, he pulled out his clock and he picked a time poof he must of teleported, or something? He was never found again…
