BB was at home and watching television when a rock smashed through the window on his house's west side. He wasn't exactly a fighter as he preferred to use the element of surprise in his combat encounters.
"Listen BB, we come from the future in search of you. This is destiny. Though, I don't know what you're destined for."
"Get out of my house."
He figured they probably had a weapon if they were going to break into his house and announce themselves so confidentially. Though, it did offer him an opportunity to figure out how to get out of the house or how to get the people in his home out. He took a snow globe from his couch. He was odd about how he used his life. A snow globe in the couch cushions wasn't that odd compared to other stuff he did.
"See, we would love to, but we can't because a time traveling robot is holding us hostage."
He was confused but thanks to some odd education in Birmingham, he was able to tell that they were being honest but at the cost of subtlety. Scott was somewhat known by BB as he had only lived in the town for six months and heard of Scott through tourists who were curious about the missing people.
"Get out of my house."
BB tried to sound threatening, but his voice came out still, barely calm. Get out of the house. You helped the sheriff today. You're on his good side today.
"Scott, we need to figure out how to get him out alive and hopefully unharmed."
Scott stormed through the house with a M1911 in his hand. Eisenhower had assumed it was full of blanks but still had his pistol drawn.
"Goycha."
BB spoke weirdly, like he was pretending to be a human. Sometimes he even practiced laughing. Should've worked faster as Scott tackled him to the ground. Unlike many other dictators, Scott actually performed atrocities himself. He performed executions and had made it home in time for dinner. Sometimes, it was harder to actually not execute people in combat situations.
"Just come on. Get the time machine, Father!"
"Okay."
TODD immediately appeared out of nowhere and the door into it opened and showed a straitjacket in the boiler room.
"Please tell me you did what I said for once."
"For my property, you're quite rude."
"Yeah, and I plan on keeping it that way."
"Could you at least get me a room?"
"I read your mind and make a room based off your preferences. Though, you can stop being rude to me because I'm a machine."
The TODD was leaving them alone before they dragged him back in. The sound of things inside were screaming as a teenage thug was fighting an assassin and a mercenary was trying to protect a child from the commotion.
"Can you knock it out?"
"I'm a perso."
The dictator dragged his new friend kicking and screaming into the machine.
"Can we go now?"
BB punched his captor before running to a door that wasn't there. His captors moved to the detective and tried to explain things to him.
"No. There's something you people need from this town. We need to kill a monster."
BB had only brought his journal as he walked through the small town he called home one last time. A monster in the sewers searched for him.
I've been kidnapped by a bunch of weirdos. For some reason, they think I'm just like them.
A guy with sideburns is so rude that he's almost impossible to talk to. What a weird person.