Swiper smacked his head against the Time-Temporal-Vortex-Drive's command module again, he knew he should have never trusted buying such an item in the Great Woolworths Sale...
"Dammit..." The last attempt to restore the temporal time-rift had resulted in disaster, the timeline was slightly skewed with Samuri Dinosaurs now ruling the Imperium, Tau Ninja and Eldar Pirates rules Segmentarus Obscrapus, and even worse Season 46 of Desperate Housewives have been cancelled. Something had to be done, but what? Any real move would create a paradox above paradoxes unless...
"By the power of Greenstuff I've got it!" he cried in joy and dashed over to the Reverbiral-Consciousness-Conductor he started entering rough coordinates into the system; Sigma, Dociaros, Ignitious, Britanios, Kieraknightlyos, Tremultuous Ocatdollos, Carmeldansenosqis, 9.99 at KFC deal... Swiper meticulously entered each variable and wandered to the 'Time-Temporal-Transporter-Device-Of-Confusion-and-Entirely-Possibly-the-Cure-to-Biscuit-Brown-Constipation-Contraption' (TTTDOCAETCTBBCC).
He felt himself fall through the very fabric of time and logic, and indeed pure sense once more and after what seemed like an eternity stuck in a Blondie concert he opened his eyes.
He was in a room with a few individuals, could - for once - the Spacktardis have sent him a group of loosely competent heroes to restore order to the time-line?
Well almost certainly not.