And I have a plan, which is the most important part. Allow me to explain (or don’t, but I’ll do it anyway. I don’t need your permission).

First, we’re going to acquire a very, very large amount of the cheap ecstasy that is rife in our modern, drug-fuelled society. Like, a fucking boat-load. Then we go back in time to seventies America and dump this onto an unsuspecting party scene. Also, we’d totally get a couple of Pong cabinets and an 8mm copy of Deep Throat to sell on eBay when we returned to the present day.

Upon returning to the present I would expect to find many changes for the better to the timeline:
- disco never happened
- the rave scene appeared twenty years early, only with afros
- trance music + 70s black culture ==> something good!
- porn movies have far better soundtracks
- all the Cheech and Chong films never got made
- modern R&B is totally different animal: people rap about skinny girls, glow sticks and how much they just fucking love everyone, man.
- nobody read Tolkein at college, they didn’t have the attention span
- Peter Jackson makes mediocre tearjerkers about disabled children overcoming adversity