"I still can't believe you actually used a [DeLorean]," says Larry.
"Hey, if you're going to do a thing, you ought to do it right," says [Richard].
Larry eyes the [DeLorean car]. "Give me the keys," he says. "I want to take this baby to 88."
"Oh, it doesn't drive anymore," says [Richard]. "I had to use the engine to power the time machine."
"So, run it by me again," says Larry.
"I modified this [DeLorean] to send information backwards through time," says [Richard].
"Just information. Not matter."
"Right."
Larry ponders this for a moment. "How... how does that even work?"
[Richard] waves his hands around. "Spooky action at a distance," he says.
"No, I mean, augh. I mean, what can you practically change about the past with this machine?" says Larry.
"Well, so far I've gotten my computer to crash five minutes before I push this [button]," says [Richard], gesturing at one of the controls inside the [DeLorean].
Larry reaches for the button and gives it a push.
"Nothing happened", says Larry, looking at the [computer].
"I told you you were going to push it," says [Richard].
Larry opens his mouth to say something, then seems to think better of it.
There is a beep as [Richard Richard's] [computer] spontaneously and inexplicably reboots.
"Aw, geez, you're going to push the button, aren't you?", whines [Richard].
"What? What button?" asks Larry, puzzled.
"Never mind," says [Richard].