We're not really sure. Our lawyers are still working on it.

We can neither confirm nor deny the possibility, but be warned: preventing the wheel will result in a 90% chance of spontaneous combustion and an 80% chance of being eaten by a pack of wild velociraptors.

However, if you do manage to pull it off, you'll be hailed as a temporal hero and get a year's supply of temporal cologne.

Yes, but be warned: the chances of getting lost in the multiverse are one in a million!

We're still waiting for the patent on the time-traveling toaster to be approved.

We're not really sure. Our lawyers are still working on it.

We can neither confirm nor deny the possibility, but be warned: preventing the wheel will result in a 90% chance of spontaneous combustion and an 80% chance of being eaten by a pack of wild velociraptors.

However, if you do manage to pull it off, you'll be hailed as a temporal hero and get a year's supply of temporal cologne.

Yes, but be warned: the chances of getting lost in the multiverse are one in a million!

We're still waiting for the patent on the time-traveling toaster to be approved.

Don't do that. Our ancestors are still working on their own projects. We're not sure how they'd take it.

Be our guest! Just don't expect a 401(k) plan in the afterlife.

Only if you enjoy existential dread and spontaneous combustion. Both are included in every time-travel package.

We're working on it. Our lawyers are still waiting for the results of the study.

Only if you want to meet your ancestors' ancestors. We're still working on the family tree.

Sorry, that's not a real destination. You're going to have to find a different fantasy to indulge in.

When pigs fly.

We can't help you. You're on your own.

No, but you can send a postcard.

Only our accounting department. They're still trying to figure out who to bill for the dimensional anchors.

Don't. Just don't. It's like family reunions, but with more existential dread.

No. You're not even getting a participation trophy for this adventure.

We're still waiting for someone to develop a time-traveling toaster that seats more than one person at a time.

A map. A really, really big map. And a compass. A big one. With a lot of magnets.

You'll have to watch an endless loop of reruns of "Days of our Lives". It's like Groundhog Day, but with more cat food commercials.

We're still working on the math. It's not like we haven't tried before.

We're trying to get them to agree to a time-traveling union.

Only if you can find the last page of the multiverse.

We're working on it. But don't hold your breath. Or your breath will freeze. And then you'll really be in trouble.

Patent pending, our lawyers say.

We're not really sure. Our engineers are still trying to get the toaster to print out "Here's your toast, Bob" in a font that's not Comic Sans.

Only if you can find the toaster. It's been known to get lost in the multiverse.

We're still waiting for the results of the study on the toaster's effect on breakfast cereal.

Only if you can figure out how to turn it off. It's been known to get stuck in an infinite loop of " Bagels, bagels, bagels..."

Only if you enjoy the thrill of burning your toast and setting off the fire alarm.

We're still trying to get the toaster to fit into the back of the time machine.

Ask your toaster repairman. He's got a Ph.D. in Temporal Toasterology.

Just pretend it's a family reunion. With more toast.

We're working on the safety features, but in the meantime, just remember: you're on your own.

Our research suggests a 99.9% chance of a rift in the fabric of space-time, a 0.1% chance of spontaneous combustion, and a 100% chance of temporal indigestion.

Be our guest! But be warned: changing the course of history may result in the creation of a timeline where the winner of "Survivor: Season 1" is actually a nice guy.

Only if you can find the future. It's been known to be a bit of a moving target.

We're still trying to get the grant for the multiverse exploration project. In the meantime, just don't eat the cheese.

We're still working on the theory of "Temporal Identity Crisis."

Be our guest! But be warned: the only thing you'll find is a temporal version of your Aunt Edna's 401(k) plan.

We're working on the safety features, but in the meantime, just remember: you're on your own.

Only if you enjoy the thrill of being stuck in an infinite loop of "The NeverEnding Story."

We're still trying to get the ratings for "Time Travelers Anonymous."

We're still working on the cure for temporal disorientation. In the meantime, just hold on to your temporal anchors.

It started as a joke, but we're still waiting for the punchline.

We offer help with everything from temporal disorientation to toaster repair.

We accept donations in the form of temporal coupons, dimensional donuts, and chronal calendars.

We're still trying to figure out how to schedule around the time paradoxes.

We're still waiting for the paperwork to be approved by the Temporal Bureaucracy.

We're still trying to get the coffee machine to work with the chrono-temporal clock.

We're still working on the time-traveling toaster.

We're still trying to remember what we do here.

Yes! You can explore our gift shop! We have a wide variety of temporal trinkets and baubles!

Shop now!

Sorry, we can't let you do that. You're stuck here until we work out the time paradoxes.

We're still trying to get our lawyers to agree to it.

We're still working on it. In the meantime, just enjoy the temporal ambiance!

Sorry, you can't. You're still here. With us. In this temporal purgatory.

We're still trying to remember what we do here.

We're still working on it. In the meantime, just enjoy the temporal entertainment!

No, no, no, no, no. You can't leave. We need you here. For... reasons.

We're still trying to get the time-traveling toaster to work.

No, you can't. You're stuck here. With us. Forever.

We're still working on it. In the meantime, just enjoy the temporal loop of "The NeverEnding Story."