myimui
Should one find themselves in possession of the temporal reins of history, might they not be tempted to rewrite the annals of human folly as a farcical comedy of errors, complete with pratfalls, banana peels, and a chorus line of dancing emus? Or perhaps, they would opt for a melodramatic soap opera featuring forbidden romances, secret trysts, and enough plot twists to make M. Night Shyamalan blush with envy.