He leaves.
The barman says, 'Get out! We don't serve your kind here.'
A tachyon walks into a bar.
Boru
The barman says, 'Get out! We don't serve your kind here.'
A tachyon walks into a bar.
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson