"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 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].