We have a gun pointed directly at the world's most sensitive tectonic plates.  Anything happens to me, we unload, and you're all going with me.

That said.

Of course I chose a timeline in which I survive.  Obviously.  (: or we'd already be dead !  This is no reboot, no one's pinning me to a stick this time around.  It ends with me on the throne.

Which ... for some reason is a good thing.  Apparently.

But I can definitely tell you my predecessor was a very different man, and God does not favor redundancy.  I'll see it through, I die when I choose.  Probably around 80 or so.

(: ! but thanks for the well wishes faintly masking your murderous intent ! :)

*hugzzz

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