It’s The End Of The World As We Know It, And Jason From Heloise Feels Fine

If you could time travel anywhere you wanted, you’d probably pick a cool period like

1. The Middle Ages
2. The Roarin’ 20′s
3. The Wild West
4. The Great Depression (so you could laugh at all the people while chowing down on a giant Pizzone and a Big Gulp)

But not Jason from Heloise and The Savoir Faire. Crazy fucker wants to go into the future, not to ride cool hoverboards and have sex with slutty Scarlett Johansson look-alike robots, but to be a part of Earth’s complete annihilation:

I don’t know if you realize this or not Jason, but you can’t come back after that. And you won’t remember anything because you’ll be a pile of fucking carbon ash. So really, you’ll derive around 5 or 10 milliseconds of sick pleasure in total, before the sun or a nuclear holocaust turns you into toast. And while you’re standing around, mouth agape as the sun is about to devour the planet, everyone else will be running to their own time machines to go back to YOUR era and save themselves while wondering “Who’s that crazy fuck wearing such weird clothes just standing there waiting to die?” Think about the damage to your reputation, buddy.