"Hey, bartender, I'd like a whiskey. Something nice."

"A THOUSAND YEARS INTO THE FUTURE MANKIND WILL KNOW OF WHISKEY NO MORE. THE LAST DROP WILL BE CONSUMED BY THE PAST. REACH INSIDE ME AND COMPLETE THE STORY WRITTEN BEFORE YOU WERE EVER BORN."

*reaches into the portal and removes a whiskey*

"Hey, this is pretty good!"

"YES. IT WAS THE LAST ONE, STOLEN FROM YOURSELF AS YOU EXIST A THOUSAND YEARS IN THE FUTURE. "

"Noooo!!!"