>Inquire as to where the other two members of their barbershop quartet went.
: Hello, travellers!
: Where are the other two?
: Who might you be speaking of?
: The rest of your barbershop quartet?
: Oh my boy, I regret to inform you that there is no quartet. I am simply making sure no unauthorized personnel pass this checkpoint.
Interrogate them as to why and how a toll gate suddenly appeared.
: If I may ask, how did you even get here and why?
: Why through a portal, of course! Just as Mr. Twain did
: How did you know that? Mr. Tesla's project is supposed to be top secret...
: Ah, it was. But that was decades ago. Everyone knows about it now! Mr. Tesla is quite the man of interest nowadays. Interdimensonal Doors, Electric Motorcades, mechanical men. It's marvelous!
: Did you say...
decades? Oh my... I-I need to think things out...
>Craft mustaches for the party.
: Im going to check on Twain. Wait here.
: But I made mustaches for everyone!
: Not now, Menen.
: Yes I will be having passage through the pass now thank you hohohohoho.
: I do not find your joke amusing.
: Fine Wine and Mustaches.
: What is wrong with you, boy?
: Pooba Tuba
: Are you mocking the Grandest Pooba?!
: Mr. Twain, are you alright?
: He said... decades. How long have I been in here?
: Twain we will get you back to your correct time.
: They are from the future, yes?
: It seems like it, yeah.
: Look, if you were missing for that many years, I bet they would have been shocked to see you here, right?
: I suppose...
: The flow of time here makes no sense. You know that better than I do. Things happen out of order. This is just one of those things.
: You are... quite right.
: I usually am. Now lets go find that portal.
: The moment I get back, I'm writing a damn tome on this god forsaken place.
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