Rabid: Hi! I'm from the future!!
Rabish: You... you just squashed yourself!
Rabid: But I don't REMEMBER that HAPPENING!!
Rabid: I bet I left myself a fortune in my will!!
Dr Quickly: According to the laws of our, as you so eloquently put it, "primitive-ass chump-wad civilization"...
Dr Quickly: At death the assets of a known time traveller are seized for redistribution by the state.
Dr Quickly: At the expense of the next available "instance" of the time traveller, of course.
Rabid: Do you accept FUTURE MONEY?
Dr Quickly: Oh! Ha ha, you misunderstand.
[[ Rabish leaves flowers in memory of Rabid at a Secret Government Research Laboratory. ]]