Wile E. Coyote rubbed his hands together with malicious glee as he put the finishing touches on his latest cunning ACME branded booby trap. His target for the evening, a prodigious talent, came charging out of the darkness precisely as he'd been lured to.
The bait? A white line and the promise of a little glory.
Not seeing anything but the line, the target tripped and triggered the mess. Ropes snapped, garden gnomes dropped into buckets, flamingoes squawked to trigger sensors, and the boulder came crashing down.
At the last minute, though, the target off-loaded to an abstract concept that couldn't be killed by such rudimentary means.
Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow is not dead. It is Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow ??? Aligned Time Travel Role.
Frustrated, the cunning predator stalked back to his lair