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At the start of the year, there is a tradition that should be conducted by the master of the
Galaxial state of Teek. I bowed down and presented my research. I'd worked on it for six years and 7 months. I had discovered the physics of time travel.
The world would revel in the glory of this massive achievement. But in the wrong hands this technology would be deadly, but in the right hands it could be magical. Mankind will never be the same.
"Well, things change! Deal with it!" came a loud voice. I turned around and standing right next to me was
a billy goat playing a sad tune of his mandolin. I joined him and I sat next to time while playing with my dick. It was an enjoyable afternoon together. The ending of our song was the best as I howled pleasurably into the
toilet bowl as puke dripped down my hairy chin.
