‘Open the cargo doors Beatrice, I’m after robbing the Martian time machine.’
‘You mean the device that will allow us travel back to a point before Martians used their doomsday ray to destroy Earth Gerry?’
‘Why the fiddlesticks would you ask something like that? Are you some kind of plot device?’
‘No. And as one of only two humans to survive the blast I resent that insinuation. I’m just a simple space rocket pilot preparing to save humanity.’
‘You don’t sound real. Anyway, that’s not gonna happen.’
‘Why not? It’s in the plot.’
‘Because I forgot to rob the instructions.’
An Roinn Ultra - Irish Science Fiction 