Dr. Roswell

I didn't actually quit, but you could probably figure that out. The truth is, this was originally my blog, and I am not giving it up. Anyway, I didn't go in to a lot of details about my adventure through time because the post was so long, so I have decided to share the best details. After finishing the time machine, Dr. Roswell (he took that name after our visit there) and I got in and set the time machine to Roswell, New Mexico 1947. Whilst traveling through time, our time machine collided with a blue telephone booth (Seriously, though, any ideas?) and we veered off course and crashed in the middle of the desert. My friend was captured because he obviously can't play dead as well as I can. The local law enforcement then took him to the military base there and I had to come up with the best plan ever to save him. Being a brilliant tactician, I decided my best course of action was to dress up as Julius Caesar and infiltrate the base. Did I mention that I failed Earth History in school? Anyway, my plan failed instantly and I ended up having to kill everyone with a laser to get my friend out. So, that is the story of how my friend and I became the most famous aliens in history.