“Yo, yo, yo, s’witchin’ hour, n’ y’know what that means! Miss me? Heh, ‘course y’did!”
“...Ah, who m’kiddin’. Y’couldn’t miss me! Not even in a crowd of me’s! Ahahaha!”
“Now, I know what y’thinkin’. Dante, my man, y’ve been real quiet lately. Where y’ve been, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal? N’ y’right, I’ve been as quiet as a mouse these days, n’ let’s face it, that just ain’t me — but all y’true believers, y’ Adderal poppin’, 5 hour energy bingin’, graveyard shift grindin’ night owls, y’know I didn’t go nowhere, don’t y’? ‘Course. S’why I love y’. Never stop lookin’ f’that caffeine fix, Joe.”
“Nah, just had t’take it easy f’a bit. Kick back with my bro— hey, shout out to my bro, ‘cause I know you’re up, y’zombie, I swear t’Moses in a manger— n’, y’know, do some soul searchin’. Well, s’much soul searchin y’can do in this hell hole. So, y’know, that kind of thing. S’real snoozefest, trust me.”
“Anyway, ‘nuff ‘bout me. Who cares ‘bout me? I mean, s’not everyday y’get t’see th’world end! S’one night only kind of deal, y’feel me?”
“...A—ahaha, damn, s’pretty dark, huh? I— uh—”
“...Shit. Jesus.”
“...Y’know, I. I gotta be real here. I ain’t sheddin’ one tear f’this fucked up wannabe Thunderdome. Y’wanna know how I feel? Couldn’t have happened to a nicer city. There. That’s how I feel.”
“N’ whatever happens—”
“... N’ whatever happens, happens. I— I ain’t afraid of what’s on th’other side of Carol Ann’s T.V. Never been. Can’t be worse than sittin’ around in this hell hole, that’s f’sure.”
“But man, m’gonna miss y’guys.”
“...B—but, hey, who knows? Maybe it ain’t goodbye. Maybe it’s— just— ‘see y’, Space Cowboy.’”
“N’ listen, in this city, it ain’t over ‘til th’ fat cat Once-ler sings, so ‘til then, let’s sit back, spin some discs, n’ shoot some shit. M’takin’ y’calls, right after this—”
