A rope pooled at my feet. Wicked view. Dude, you look frozen. Show some enthusiasm already. What's wrong? I'm on no one's side but my own. I'll drink to that. Front row seats to the end of the world. Guilty as charged. Hobbes would be delighted. Is this for me? Like spaying a stray dog. On the count of three. Well boo f*****g hoo. And your own mother. There's guilt enough to go around. All your sins magically disappear? Sure fooled 'em good, eh? Quite likely. There is no clean slate. Bros forever? F*****g wuss. Finish it. Goodbye. Maybe even joy.