[[An excited-looking man carrying a sack of money approaches a salesman with a large head, who is grinning smugly and gesturing to a creature. The creature is like a small boy, with the head of a duck, bill wide open, and a small top hat.]]
Man: You say you've cracked the secret to time travel?
Salesman: Yes! Just picture a point in time you'd like to visit in your head...
[[The salesman looks at the duck and his head seems to grow larger. The man blanches.]]
Salesman: ...then French kiss this duck and poof! You transport to your destination!
[[The man looks suspicious. The salesman's head grows even larger - it is now perhaps 1.5x taller than the man's. He looks very angry and his mouth grows into a huge, gaping frown - he could easily swallow the other man's head.]]
Man: ...
Salesman: What. What's the matter.
[[The salesman's head is now extremely large, easily twice the width and height of the other man's head. He shouts after the man, who has left, spit flying from his mouth. The duck-creature is confused.]]
Salesman: WHERE ARE YOU GOING.
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{{Alt-text: he is getting a running start}}