okay picture this; i go back in time and find a victorian orphan child. do i blow his mind? do i break his brain? NO!!! i give him warm soft clothes and a hug. he gets me wizard high off what would commonly be used to treat a minor cough in that era. we both eventually contract a deadly illness and then i bring him to the future where we get easily cured of our ailment. i buy him a happy meal afterwards. he’s my good son now. love you son.
#the victorian digestive system encountering a happy meal is going to kill this child
counterargument: the things this victorian orphan has been eating out of trash would make modern gut flora flee your body in streams. he can now digest rocks and crude oil.
And another superhero is born.