The Time Trust materializes into the Farmhouse of Justice just as Hybrid finishes speaking...
TTT: Forgot what?
Hybrid: If I knew, I would've said so...!
TTT: Ah. Okay.
Wednesday: What are you doing here, anyway, TTT? Didn't you have to get back to your Penultimate MBL?
TTT: Ah. That. Right. Well... the MBL doesn't exactly exist in the strictest sense of the word. Not anymore. Though they could exist if they really wanted to, but they don't. So I'm here.
Fused: Uh-huh.
TTT: Indeed. And if I should ever return to that Penultimate MBL story so that I effectively appear to be in two places at once, it can always be explained by my fantastic time traveling powers!
Dogg: Oh yeah?
TTT: Affirmative. So I'm here for the nonce. What now?
Wednesday: Now we wait until a story happens.
TTT: Ah. Maybe I should take this time to brush up on JLR continuity so I don't horribly mis-write any of you.
Fused: Maybe you should.
TTT: Okay. Um... by the way, is there any chance of this story turning into a gay porn extravaganza involving a great deal of ass-reaming and penis-shaped firearms? I've had problems with those in the past.
Wednesday: No.
