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Guys (I'll just assume someone's actually reading this) we have a little bit of a problem. I can't fight this war alone. All is lost......

HA! Who the hell am I kidding? Give me a nuclear bomb, strap it to my chest and I'll run at Dora and the Grasshoppers screaming "BANZAI!". But enough about me, what about you?

PSG: What about who?

There we are! Wow, it's been like....a year. Who must have gotten bored, then insane, then suicidal, then murderous.

PSG: That's sorta what happened.

Where are the others?

PSG: Who? Oh. PRG. He's here. PRG: Whassup Robbie?

Where's the other guy?

PSG: He died.

How?

PRG: Doesn't matter. We should just get to the jokes.

Fuck the jokes! He died!?

PSG: Can you even remember his name?

To the jokes!

PRG: Screw the jokes. PSG: Why's that? PRG: I'm tired, sad, I think you drugged me at one point, I swear there was a second of insanity on my part, several days on yours, I think I've been shot - but have no idea why, I've been so drunk for the past year that I have a permanent immunity to alcohol, and I do believe you're high right now. PSG: Fair point. Sleep it is. And then some more drugs.