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"Bart" is in bar. He's done almost all he came to do this time around. Just one or two more people to mess with, and wham bam, let the real one back in to take the blame. Ha! What a great excuse.

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Tim, for once, was speechless. He wanted to think that Bart was playing some trick on him, but...this didn't seem like something he would do. Not this type of joke, anyway.

"Kon....said what? Dad..." Tim was beginning to feel dizzy.

Thad looks completely serious.

"I'm sorry Tim, i should just shut up now."

"You're...joking, right?" He knew that Bart would never play such a cruel joke on him, but he had to ask. How else was he going to cope with what he had just heard?

Thad shakes his head sadly.

Tim carefully blanked his expression at this. He wasn't going to shake. Who knew what was in store in the future?

Thad does.

"I'm sorry Tim... i just wish Kon would stop being an ass about it or.... "

He clamps his mouth shut.

"I'm sorry Tim, i should go."

Kon said that? Kon? How could...how could his best friend say such a thing?

He knew that he had told Kon that the future that Bart saw may not be one that happened, but it still shook him that there was even a possibility of that happening.

He didn't know what to say.

"It's...not your fault," he managed at last.

Thad stares forlornly at the floor.

"I need a muzzle."

"No, no. Bart, it's not your fault."

And convincing the boy was helping Tim cope with the situation. Or at least not think about it too much.

Which is a abd thing

"I'm, just gonan leave."

And he tears off, full speed. Cackling in his head.

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