[I2S1] MCSS: Take your turn in this bitter knifetown jive.

Oh no he doesn't. The two of you aren't anywhere near done yet.

You pull out your RED HERRING and jab in the general direction of Sawbuck, assuming that it will hit its mark for one narratively compelled reason or another.

Back to the future the three of you go!

Or well, the future relative to what just happened. This is still technically a different point in the more recent past for you in particular.