Oh, He’s Only A Son Of Eve When He Screws Up, Huh?
So around World War Two these kids stumble into an alternate dimension and fight in a big war. Then about a year later they go back, but it’s been over a thousand years in this other place, yet everything is about the same. Okay, fine, it took a long time for people to invent the steam engine in our world too, and some people still have kings, so we’ll let that one pass. Maybe there wasn’t any need for a Magna Carta there.
But assuming the math still holds, it has been about sixty thousand years since this whole thing started. And a lot is going to happen in sixty thousand years. Alternative systems of government are going to show up, maybe even a few times. Even the stupidest people in the world are going to figure out something good after sixty thousand years.
Of course we have to keep in mind that, in our world, no one is going to throw out a magic wardrobe after their grandparents die, especially if they’ve just inherited a country estate. So we’re pretty sure that somewhere out there at a club in present day London is a posh kid dancing with Peaches Geldolf and talking about the time he snorted a line off of a talking lion who lives on a starship run by centaurs and giants in a sort of Marxian/Maoist commune with a non-centralized government. It’s only logical.
This shirt was designed by: DeadFrog. His profits will be sent to the Widow Frog and all their unfertilized tadpoles. But art collectors take note: this means his shirt can only rise in value. Hey, should we have put quotes around value there?
Wear this shirt: when you’re eating Turkish Delight. When you try some, you really understand how hard life must have been in the war. If someone invented that stuff today it would called Turkish Oh How Kind But I Don’t Think I Want A Second One Hey Who Wants To Go Buy Some Ice Cream It’s My Treat.
Don’t wear this shirt: around Russell T. Davies. There’s still time for a lion to replace David Tennant and that would completely screw up our betting pool.
This shirt tells the world: “No, it’s a brand new shirt, that’s just what they call an artistic decision.”
We call this color: Whoever It Was At HarperCollins That Decided To Screw Up The Numbering Is A Complete Asphalt
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