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@Mr.Glaceon, Mate, that’s a tricked out Delorean. You just stole my car. A Doctor made it for me!)
Feeling upset about being stabbed in the head, I decide to go to McDonalds, after removing the sword that was skewering my head, of course. However I learn that in mideveal Europe, McDonalds isn’t a thing, and the close thing thing you can get to it, is eating a horse while eating lettuce, so I need to go back to the future. So like a good boi, I freeze myself in ice to let the time pass by. Then when the Delorean arrives in the 1800’s timeline, the fire it produces melts my ice, and I get hit by the Delorean. I cling on to the room, like in an action movie, and jab my ye old knife, in between the door and the car, and pry it open (I was mainly focused on the side, so i wouln’t be knocked over by the door opening. I swing in and kick you in the face. In a shock, you drop the briefcase, where I grab it. Your body gets thrown out the other door. Now with the briefcase in hand, I close the door, and place a limiter on the engine, making it unable to reach 88 miles per hour, and because of that, it is impossible for it to breach time and commence time travel. Also we’re out of Uranium as this is the 1800’s so there is that. Now I drive away from 1800’s London and make my way to Spain.