2007!Centie: Who the hell are you?
2017!Centie: Who do I look like, genius? I'm yourself, but from the future.
2007!Centie: Prove it.
2017!Centie: No time now. I've got some things to warn you about.
2007!Centie: Like what?
2017!Centie: I'm from the year 2017. Donald Trump is President of the United States, there's a successful series on The CW based on Archie—and no, it's not reruns of Sabrina—and, oh, you're a girl in the future. Named Alice after Alice in Wonderland.
2007!Centie: Nothing you just said makes any sense.
2017!Centie: Yeah, I know.
*beat*
2017!Centie: So I take it you don't believe me.
2007!Centie: Get out of here or I'm liable to treat you like I treated the racist neighbor.
2017!Centie: You'll kick me ineffectively in the shins?
2007!Centie: Oh god, it really is me.
*beat*
2007!Centie: So is it, like, guaranteed that—
2017!Centie: If I knew how to change the future, would I be here??
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead