If you have a history with the OP, answer him now,
before your time runs out, leaving your front door wide open so that a rabid badger strolls right in and bites your toy poodle Bob Barker (awwww,
so cute!)
The worst part? Your time, having run out (your front door,) is later found, drunk, at a local dive soliciting prostitutes. Your time is arrested, tried, convicted, sentenced, and imprisoned. That's right, your time ends up
doing time.
This disturbing meta condition of time
doing time causes the very fabric of the universe to be rent apart, leaving it naked. Because deep space is chillier than your ex g/f, the now naked universe contracts pneumonia and dies, ending its jail sentence, which in turn ends
this sentence.
And that's the truth. Or consequences. Which are never the same. But which was also a TV game show. On which time ran out. The front door. Letting a rabid badger on stage. Which bit the
real Bob Barker. A smarmy game show host.
Smarmy game show hosts are not unlike toy poodles, if you take the
time to think about it.
Take the time to think about it. Then take the time to your local dive for a drink. Just don't let it solicit any prostitutes. or you'll be forced back into the infinite loop of this post.
You'd be trapped in an infinite life sentence. A sentence composed of paragraphs, which is so mind-blowingly inverse from the norm, paragraphs usually consisting of sentences and not vice-versa, that the very fabric (I'm thinking a nice wool blend) of the universe would be rent apart, once again causing the universe to contract pneumonia, which would . . .