Quick friendly suggestion: If somebody ever offers you a ride in a time machine, politely but firmly say NO. (Especially if they also offer you a bag of weed.)
You’re teleported to 44 BCE Rome in your everyday street clothes. You’re brought before Caesar and he believes you might be from the future, hoping to bring him fortune. One day he questions you, asking “How Do I Die?”
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