Clark wandered into the control room where he found Rachel at the console. “Wasn’t I just here?”
“Having exactly the same conversation.”
“Is this like déjà vu?”
Rachel checked the console. “Next time read the goddam manual before you launch the time travel machine.” #TwtStory

Grunt loved Ugg. Grr loved Ugg too. Grr challenged Grunt to combat. Being ten seasons younger, he won and moved in with Ugg. Grr couldn’t hunt and behaved like a dick. Ugg bashed Grr in his sleep, said a bear killed him, and moved in with Growl who she loved all along. #TwtStory

Robin stepped into the bat cave. “Déjà vu. Like I’ve been here before.”
Batman steered him to the computer. “You have.”
“The TV is so familiar. And the colors. What did you call the tea?”
“Ayahuasca. And next time remember, the Joker doesn’t offer tea from kindness.” #TwtStory

Grunt loved Ugg. Ugg allowed Grunt to touch her because he hunted more game than other suitors. Grunt and Ugg had six children—Little Grunt, Littler Grunt, and so on. Little Grunt loved Littler Ugg. Grunt and Ugg felt gross, but years of inbreeding left them unsure why. #TwtStory

Grunt spotted Ugg bending over by the river. He felt a strange stirring in his loins. “Grunt love Ugg” He whacked her with his war club. She grabbed the club and whacked him back, then drug him to her cave.
The chief said, “Know who wears loin cloth in that family.” #TwtStory

Clarice groaned. “Déjà vu. As though I told our son a thousand times, he needs to clean the laundry room.”
Her husband said, “We don’t have a son.”
“Someone needs to clean the laundry room.”
“I’ve told you a thousand times it won’t be me.”
“There it is. déjà vu again.” #TwtStory

Cole poured the Lucky Charms into his Kliban Cat bowl, topped it with sugar and milk. “You know. This cereal is exactly like the cereal I had the day before, and the day before that. Milk too. Think it’s déjà vu?” His mother put the milk in the icebox, “Poor Decisions.” #TwtStory

Grunt said to Ugg, “Me caveman. You cave woman. We mate.”
Ugg replied, “You not caveman. You cave person.”
“Me man.”
“No, moron. You person. Me person. Man, woman sexist.”
Grunt stormed off. This fucking PC bullshit wasn’t supposed to happen for another 10,000 years. #TwtStory

Chad took the test from his teacher, every answer redlined with a note at the top: “Read the directions for once.”
Chad showed the paper to his buddy Bud. “Déjà vu all over again.”
Bud returned the paper. “Maybe that would change if you bothered to read directions.” #TwtStory

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Old Bill was 83 years old when the expedition found him on a South Pacific island. Shipwrecked when he was 19. Back in the US he was appalled by social media, streaming video, and tribal politics. He would’ve gone back to the island. Until he discovered internet porn. #TwtStory

With meat scarce, Candace took her rifle and last bullet to the far side of the island. That’s when she discovered Beth who’d come to hunt on her side. With her rifle. Being women, the knew violence was wrong. But they were hungry and the island was glad they were gone. #TwtStory

Tyler couldn’t wait to escape the island after the others died. He could survive but couldn’t stand being alone. He built a raft to escape. During a storm two weeks later he learned his life’s most important lesson. Don’t set sail when you don’t know your destination. #TwtStory

Bob had lived alone on his desert island for six years. Only he survived the shipwreck. So when he found the tiger cub he took it under his wing. He was a playful cub, too. They did everything together. Until six years later when Bob learned adult tigers aren’t playful. #TwtStory

Tom and Nancy washed up on the shore of a remote island. They realized it offered everything they needed to survive. Both being INTPs they realized they’d discovered paradise. They posted on social media. Six years later, developers paved their island for a resort. #TwtStory

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Felix stitched his paws and sniffed at his daddy who usually lay on the couch watching TV. Not the floor. He strolled across daddy’s tummy. Mommy sat at the table with a box of the rat killing powder. But there were no rats. He kneaded daddy’s tummy.
Tuna for dinner. #TwtStory