9 doors down, 991 left to go.
Meet Mrs. Robinson
The next door you see has "The Robinsons" scribed on it. You remember that show, the one with the dishy brunette that sings with frogs, the scientist that's never home, the crazy in-laws, and the motherfucking time machine. If they aren't enough, there's the head of the orphanage or even the foster mom when she was still young.
But shit, with a time machine and a house full of fucked up inventions, who knows what you can do...
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