You're tellin' me some dorky movie from the '80s is real, too, and you visited it?

[He gives straight the fuck up, yo. It takes him a moment rubbing the bridge of his nose and adjusting the set of his shades before he musters his attention to answer again.]

I could sit here all night telling you a million little details about Sburb and our session and about individual amphibians who blew bubbles or nakked at me over the past three years, but if you're really asking me what controlled all this heaping pile of nonsense, you're gonna be waiting a long time. Paradox space, temporal predestination, I don't fuckin' know. And I'm the one who lived it.

I'm pretty sure Watson's got the base idea, but you'd do better asking him than me about that.