When Kyle purchased the time machine he knew there would be one person he would want to share it with... "Hashtag...you're awesome," Kyle smirked. "Hashtag...no...you are," Kyle shot-back.
Their coy grins gave the impression of a Shel Silverstein story that had just begun. And together they thought...in this diner amongst the napkins and the remnants of a lost music scene they...he...we...had found happiness. Like a shaken bottle of Jones Cola they could no longer stay silent...they blurted out...in unison, "The chicken fingers are on both of us!!" Their laughter was heard all the way to Asbury.