Modern Life

Hey mr amoebae, I am a time traveller from 130 million years in the future and this is your fault. You will go on a date tonight meet a nice amoebae lady and one thing will lead to another and in 129.5 million years you will give birth to the human race. They will fight alot and when they are not fighting they will drink special brew and then fight some more. Most of it is pointless and really really boring, and it is all your fault. What do you say to that?
Sorry?
How big are her organelles?
Bloody amoebaes

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Space Lord...