[ WP ] The date is July 13 , 1836 . You 're the clerk at the front desk of the U.S. Patent Office on opening day . Things are going just fine until a number of strangely-dressed people get into an argument about their placement in line . Coincidentally , they 're all trying to patent methods of time travel .

They all brought strange gifts to bribe me, since they weirdly enough already knew each other very well. 
 
 The first to open the door had the name Cromwell, in what best could be describe as a pair of loose fitting jeans held up by a piece of hemp-string and a coffee-stained shirt. Cromwell left a bottle of Absinthe and a cartoon of very handsome looking cigarettes on my desk winked at me and said: `` Do n't get too carried away son.''. Cromwell, then proceeded with his reading of a beautiful bound book with Gothic letters doing this on the floor in front of me and placing a pocket watch besides his right thigh. Then a young couple of broad smiling men entered and went straight up to my desk and greeted me in a strange accent it sounded like Scottish, but yet again I was n't completely sure. They left a very old and dusty looking statuette on my desk, with a note stating that it was from Afghanistan, but it had as resemblance to a Buddha. 
 They both greeted in unison Cromwell, asked him about how things where working out, Cromwell nervously scratched his head and said and replied: `` Well I just like going on way and then back home again, but I got ta say these Jeans are amazing''. The two men both answered with a smile. Cromwell looked at his watch, the men said: `` She's on her way, there's just.'' Cromwell murmured `` traffic'', the men nodded and started to look around Cromwell and asked him about Cromwell's watch, but now in some gibberish I hardly understood. 
 Minutes went by, the chatter about Cromwell's watch, I was able to figure out that the men apparently where brothers but where both called the same thing; Mr. Zimmerman, the amazing about this was that Cromwell could easily distinguish between the two of them, I could n't tell anything apart from the two of them expect their hats, one with a little hole and the other with a feather. 
 The woman in question came in with hasty steps nodded surprised at the other strange people sitting in front of my desk. Left a note on my desk with a invitation to a party. 
 At this point I asked what they all wanted to patent, since I had no clue what so ever to do with their gifts, and that I would n't want to know, what to do when they blocked my desk with presents. 
 The woman answered: `` We all have the same interest, you just have to pick one present and then we let you to your job.'' 
 
 I took a sip of my stale cup of coffee, then asking what they had to patent. The two men rose from the floor and stated `` Time-travel''. 
 I looked at them smiled and said: `` Why would I ever want to travel in time?''. Cromwell sighed closed his book, put his pocket watch in his pocket, looked up at me with a tired and scruffy looking face. 
 She said to the others: `` Should we try to find another date for a meeting?''. Cromwell: `` No the young man, just needs a more qualified answer. We ca n't chase a new clerk forever, we do after all have all the time, we need.''. She turned to me with a smile and said: `` Have You wanted ever to see the edge of tomorrow?'' The Zimmermans replied: `` Or ever wondered how things turn out, or have been?'' Cromwell said: `` We all want you to pick me, Zimmerman or the nice lady Mrs. Blackfrair, as the representative for a patent for a invention, we all have discovered, but we as a group ca n't choose whom will end up said patent, therefore we picked you as the only one, able to chose the final patent holder of an invention able to cross the boundaries of time.''. 
 
 I was about to call for assistance, from Thomas, but his extended weekend-leave was n't over. I looked around in the room, there where only me and the three peculiar people left, the hands of the watched slowed down Cromwell was holding up to my face, I looked at the bribe they had all gathered dust suddenly, I shook my head and everything was darkend, Mrs. Blackfrair said: `` You just need to choose, it is n't harder than that.''. The office was again filled with other people even though they avoided my desk. 
 I took the statuette in my hands and the Zimmermans shouted `` Veni, vidi, flati'' Cromwell and Mrs. Blackfrair appauled my decision. 
 
 `` And yes, officer that is how, I ended up getting drunk of absinthe, dropping my pants and shitting on the roof your car, you know it is only Wednesday once a week.'' said yet another sot trying to defecate on my car, I still have no idea why anyone would shout `` Veni, vidi, flati. ``..
