No, there are three otakus in one play, and the three buddies who work in the amusement park walked into a small universe that only belonged to them: a small cafe. As the otaku kept throwing out all kinds of weird science fiction novels, movies, and technical terms, the original universe slowly began to melt, collapse, and displace, eventually forming a time wormhole in the cafe's toilet. The otaku still had the last bit of realism at first, sensibly thinking that time travel is just a miracle in science fiction, you will never see a beauty who runs from the future, and said to you in immense respect: "Wow, I finally saw alive! I am your fan, rice noodles, dried noodles..." Yunyun-but unfortunately, the most secret and eternal dreams of the otaku have come true: the three of them are in this small cafe The things written here will change the whole world, just like the "Apocalypse on Your Future Is Not a Dream" published by our father God. The three future saviors had not had time to be happy, but they found that the bugs in the wormhole of time would chew them out of time. To be immortal or to continue to be a nameless otaku is actually not a problem at all. As long as you don’t waver or toss, the shock of time will return to zero and stop. Of course, you can make a fool of yourself and ask Grandpa Einstein in the Spirit of Heaven: Give me that beautiful girl in the future!
This is a completely ridiculous, completely funny, and completely sci-fi British comedy, with weird people making weird things, and a complete tumult. Just three or four people, a small bar, unexpectedly led to the multiverse, the end of the world, the future killer, and the crossing Time and space love and so on, I really want to admire the imagination and plot arrangement of the editor and director. The most comfortable part of watching this film is that you don’t have to think about anything, because repeated time travel and the absurd things that happen during it will destroy any meaning like a saw blade: there is no 10,000 years of moving monkey-ghost love, without me, I won’t save it. The world’s silly responsibility to save the world. I am home, therefore I am, I am YY, therefore I travel! This is actually the most primitive libido of science fiction: if... then.... It's like a baby who hasn't gotten through the world will try all kinds of things that adults know the impossible-curiosity can kill Schrodinger's cat?
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