Where we're going...we won't need DeLoreans.

[aroughmodel]

Lets pretend for the moment that you aren't nervous about having me residing in what you call a "head-space." Instead lets focus on the part where you are considering putting me in this city full of citizens plucked from about the multi-verse and filled with ink. Besides the idea being a curious one at most, and the implications of a person who exsanguinates ink instead of blood, the place sounds like a mad house!

Fantastical talking equines sprouting horns from their heads? Small pink haired men with wings and power over love? Fifty foot reptiles with enormous wingspans that fly and breath fire!? Honestly, mundane, what kind of man do you think I am that I'd even believe half of these things? I am a man of science, I don't have time for your fantastical flights of fancy. There are far more pressing matters I'd much rather focu-

Wait, what did you say about Marty? GREAT SCOTT! He's trapped in this place?! That can't be right...can it? However, if what you've said is true, I can't just leave him there alone. Well what are we waiting for!? We have to get in there and help him! Go! Go! Hurry up and turn in that app!

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[a_budget_issue]

No, like a --

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... Ya know what, nevermind. I'm a magical hologram science experiment gone wrong, it was gamma rays or something I think.

[aroughmodel]

Amazing, simply amazing. You must have a point from which you originate, aaahhh...a uh projector of sorts. I would love to see it and learn how it functions, Oswald.