“What year is this?” The time traveller said,
As he scratched his recently apparated head,
“2020” I said, sheepishly back,
As he readied himself, for an attack,
“Have the corpses… come back to life yet?”
“The what?” I say, (I’m starting to sweat).
“Oh Shit” he says - as he furrows his brow,
“We’ve got a fun fifteen years, ahead of us now!”