I’d take an artifact and bury it on another side of the world just to fuck with archeologists.
Then I’d go to the South Pole and put a sign there that says “way ahead of ya” with no context or other traces of human presence.
Why not offer him a Caesar Salad? Prepare the thing in front of him and tell him it’s named after him, then start making by stabbing the salad multiple times.
Fun fact: it isn’t named after him.
I only learned that recently and it has broken me
Now imagine how it feels to be Caesar Cardini. You make a world-famous salad and nobody recognizes your genius, attributing it to a man so dead, his lineage is lost.
We’ve all got a little Caesar in us, that’s where your slut gene comes from.
i learned that through vargskelethor joey. fuck my stupid baka life
I feel like he would freak out with the amount of sweetness that wasn’t common at the time
Missed opportunity to offer an orange Julius with a salad of some sort.
(I think I whooshed myself)
the blue fanta is better (the bottled one that unfortunately has no canned version)
Would have made the assassination a lot fresher.
So that was the reason why he had to die, he was contaminated by time travel!
