alter flow of time

“There’s the Bob I know and love,” I said.
“Love, ick,” he replied. “And I am and I’m not. I mean, you get that I change based on who possesses the skull, right?”
“Sure,” I said.
“So I’m a lot like I was with you, even though I’m with Butters, because he met me back then. First impression and whatnot, highly important.”
I grunted. “How long do we have to talk?”
“Not as simple to answer as you’d think,” Bob said. “But . . . you’re still pretty cherry, so let’s keep it simple. A few minutes, speaking linearly—but I can stretch it out for a while, subjectively.”
“Huh,” I said. “Neat.”
“Nah, just sort of the way we roll on this side of the street,” he said. “What do you want to know?”


Ghost Story Chapter 35, Page 371-372