Tomorrow Never Knows

"Also just look at it." Cyril smiled, "Gorgeous!"

Makoto rolled his eyes. "You forget that at one point I was a transdimensional being as well. But SOMEONE ruined that."

Artik blinked, "Who? Ruler?"

"How do you stop being trans-dimensional? I mean, besides going back to your own dimension." Cyril wondered.

"Even then, the fact you went back to your dimension still makes you transsexual." Artik scratched his head.

"I didn't know you were transsexual Makoto?"

Makoto replied sarcastically. "If there is anyone that is transexual it is Artik. Probably why is is orange as well."

Artik chose not to comment on the stutter that Makoto developed. "I'm not... Just because Snooki..."

"You made a decision and I support it Artik." Cyril knew how touchy of a subject this was for people in this universe.

Makoto nodded. "Besides. Trans dimensional beings are pricks. God damned overpowered bastards."

"Haters gonna hate." said Cyril with a completely straight face.

"We damn ourselves," Artik asked Cyril.

"This applies to everyone on a philosophical level." Cyril remarked.

Makoto looked at Cyril. "Coming from the guy who is the leader of a bunch of people cosplaying from the bible."

Artik blinks. "What day is it?"

"Haha. I believe I remember stating explicitly that we are not based off the Bible." Cyril thought for a moment, "Friday?"

Artik murmured lightly before diving off the platform. Out of known existance.

Makoto looked at Cyril. "Whatever you say Michael." Makoto grabbed Artik and held him by his neck. "nuhnononono, you are not getting away that easily."

Artik flew back up. "Well, then." Artik pointed at the rift, now spitting fireballs in their direction. "See? Saafffeee."

"Michael? Whose... whose Michael?" Cyril watched Artik dive towards the rift and Makoto pull him back. He observed the fireballs. "You know that feeling you get when your standing on the edge of a cliff and want to jump?" Cyril took a step forward...

Artik sighed, "Michael the Archangel," he explained to Cyril. Artik looked down again as the fireballs came closer, "How is there fire in space?" The fireballs went out with a poof, "Logic, bitch."

Makoto looked at Artik. "I am honestly surprised you knew that Artik. Props to yoiu." Makoto still wondered what the point of this was.

Cyril pulled out his pocket watch to check the time. He put it back in his pocket. He leaned over the platform and looked all around below it. Cyril looked up at the top of the rift. "This rift is taller than the universe should be at this moment in time." Cyril observed curiously.

Artik shrugged.

With the usual coarse sound of grinding brakes, the TARDIS appeared before the trio, interrupting whatever the hell they were doing, accidently changing the outcome of this hitherto insignificant meeting. Nonchalantly, Ryuzaki stepped out and cracked his neck, locking the door behind him. He looked around the marble platform in space, and then at the three people, and then the impossibly large rift-scar. He flinched, nearly jumping into the air, when he realized his mistake. "No," he muttered in panic, checking his wristwatch, pulling out a compartment, "I came a year too early." He knew now that he'd really screwed the pooch, and cleared his throat, casually leaning against his blue box, "Oh... hello." He knew that none of them would recognize them, having gone to far back in the trio's personal timestream. "I'm..." he struggled for an alias, "Hide... Key... Ryukazi. Hideky Ryukazi. Nice to meet you all." He coughed.