look! there's a rhythmic ceremonial ritual coming up!

you make some candy labels with stripes on them, and some with circles, and they're fantastic. really. i'm not just saying that. you're very very talented. and also bored. all of a sudden your eccentric neighbor runs into your office and shouts, "great scott!* i was hanging my clock* and hit my head* and got an idea for the clux fapacitor*, which is what makes time travel* possible. and i installed it in your car."
"hu." you say. but your calmness is merely a facade.

the minute doc* turns around you...

RUN TO YOUR CAR AND GO BACK IN TIME
RUN TO YOUR CAR AND GO TO THE FUTURE
PUT YOUR HEADPHONES ON AND GO BACK TO SLEEP

*this little storyline is in no way associated with robert zemeckis or anyone else in the "back to the future" empire. any resemblance to that blockbuster hit is purely coincidental. and should anyone from the "bttf" empire read this... please don't fine me.