Blade: Have you heard? The president has been kidnapped!

Striker: Oh no! Really?! Who would dare do such a thing? No doubt it was those damn Ruskies, the leading menace of our current times — that’s to say the 1980s!

Blade: Intelligence indicates it was actually the buzzworthy Japanese stealth assassin warrior class known as the ninjas! Ninjas are very hot and quite marketable in the period we are living through — the 1980s.

Striker: Damn them!

Blade: Indeed.

Striker: Well, I for one consider myself quite the tough customer and will endeavor to retrieve the American head of state to the Oval Office post haste! It’s the duty of every patriotic citizen in these troubling times of ours — the 1880s.

Blade: To the stables! We shall harness our trusty horses, the primary mode of transportation in these early industrial times — you know them as the 1780s!

Striker: We must defend the honour of our king! Hail King James II, king of England! We will not rest until we have saved him from this mysterious band of masked celestials! The going will be slow though as winter is upon on and the ships of the year of our lord, sixteen-hundred eighty-five-ish, can’t breakth the ice!

Blade: What’s up?

Striker: Not much. Where’s Queen Elizabeth I? Safe at the royal court?

Blade: Yep. The lives we are living — living in the 1580s — are not exciting but they are safe. I feel a golden age of English literature coming.

Striker: It is kind of weird how many Williams, Davids and Henrys are in the kingdom yet I am the only Striker I know.

Blade: Yes. The bishop teases me that my father was a scabbard.

Striker: OMG! Someone has kidnapped Kublai Khan leader of the Mongol empire!

Blade: Ninjas?

Striker: Maybe, hard to tell in the 1280s, the decade we live in!

Blade: Why is it so dark?

Striker: The Dark Ages!

Blade: Dinosaurs!

Striker: It’s get hotter here on Earth!

Blade: Everything is lava!

Striker: The air is unbreathable!

Blade: Big Bang!

Striker: Tell my wife I love her…