There are two kinds of people in this world. One kind is weak. Slippery. Thinks about food when they aren't even hungry. Yet when their mettle is tested in a fight for survival, do they grow a beard and kill nature? I dunno. Probably not.

The other kind of person is me.

You think you have the facts? You haven't even heard em yet. You think you've heard the word? You don't even understand it. The only thing you "stand under" is a dumbfounded slack-jawed state of shock, just staring at the two of us wondering if you're seeing double.

No, you aren't. I just exist in all times and all realities alike, including this one, twice. And if we touch, the universe will collapse on itself.
If that makes you nervous then you obviously haven't been paying attention.

But this doesn't have to be an existential crisis, it's just got to be a good fuggin' time.

But we can have both, now can't we?