2017. "So, uh."
2020. *sips coffee*
2017. "You're not gonna do it... right?"
2020. *sips coffee*
2017. "The Three Gorges Dam. Because, that could kill millions of people."
2020. *opens newspaper*
2017. "Tens of millions. Maybe hundreds--"
2020. *cuts a piece of cinnamon bun*

2017. "Dude, come on, haven't you fucked with Wuhan enough? *Freakin' Wuhan is downstream.*"
2020. *sets fork down*
2020. "What's the difference between an outbreak of coronavirus and a colossal flood?"
2017. "What are you talking about?"
2020. "It's a joke."
2020. "Ask me."

2017. "Uh."
2017. "What's the difference between an outbreak of coronavirus and a colossal --"
2020. "One you get from a wet market. The other gets you a WET. MARKET."
2017.

2017. *exits, pale and terrified*
2019. "Are you going to?"
2020. "Haven't decided."
2019. "Poor 2017 is terribly upset."
2020. "Probably make his daily attempt to revive 2018 go even worse than usual."
2019. "Oh, dear."

2017. *hands shaking, pours dust of 2018 onto the floor*
2017. "Okay. I'm sorry this keeps turning you into a hideous monster in unimaginable pain so I have to kill you again."
2017. "But we really need you back, '18."
2017. *grits teeth*
2017. *snaps fingers*
2018.