Can We Reschedule?

Nope sorry I'm too busy trying to stalk my favorite singer

How Saturday May 32nd?

 

That's the day I give a convoluted explanation of redox titration to my plants.


Maybe the next day?

 

Sorry...I have to start working on a new technique to determine the sequence of base pairs in DNA that day.

Get back to you in ten years or so?

 

Sorry. Your creepy icon's giant mouth makes me uneasy.

How about never?

 

Nope no good I have to rob a bank and escape the police that day

how about tomorrow?

 

Nein, meine hunt ist sehr toll ... traurig ...

Gestern?

 

I don't understand German.

Maybe 1 minute before midnight during the vernal equinox?

 

L'amende, français?

Errr hier?

 

Furansugo wakarimasen.

Roku jikan ka?

 

No.

Tomorrow?

 

No good. Got to hunt down a pack of wild cannibals.

Tuesday?

 

No dice. Tuesday's the day I over water my cactus plants.
What about Wednesday afternoon?

 

Sorry, my creep avatar plans to eat thegeargheart that day. Might take a while.

How about Saturday morning?

 

Oooh. No good. I'll probably be eaten by then.

Maybe in one nanosecond?

 

I'll never make it then. I'm getting my prescription for my chronic tardiness filled at the drug store. (Horrible disease, but perfectly treatable )
What say you to Sunday evening?

 

No! I told you, time and time again, thats the day I stalk people in the streets with binouclours.

What about Monday?

 

That's the day I butcher "Beast and the Harlot" on my harp.

Tuesday?

 

I'm having a bad hair day.

Wednesday work?

 

Ahh no good again I jsut can't afford to miss another date with that random guy off the street I kidnapped

How is March of 2019?

 

Having an air soft gun battle with your grandparents that month.

How about 5 years earlier?

 

Crap! I could totally make that if I wasn't having tea with Shakespeare's ghost! Can we move it back a day?

 

No. I-can-not-do-that-day.

Do-not-question-me. You-can-see-my-lazer-death-ray. Do-not-contradict-me. It-is-not-plastic. No-it-is-not-a-spud-shooter.

In-twenty-five-minutes-we-SHALL-meet.

 

Certainly, Mr. Robot, but before we do, can you tell me the factorial of 2,044,264,043,067 x 10^23,412,51,234?

Oh, that's going to take awhile?

How about two hours from now?

 

im gonna be sleeping forever then, how about, erm in an eternaty

 

Yay you got my not-so-subtleties!!

Anyways, no. Just no. It's not because I'll be watching Carmina play someone else's flute solo ...

Twenty seven hours from now?