5 MORE YEARS IN BOCA RATON!
You and Dave roast the battered remains of Barbara over a campfire
that you built from twigs and litter that you found laying around.
Dave sings a twisted, evil version of Cumbaya, and you both strip down
to underwear and dance around the fire while throwing roasted dirt
clods at the castle. Barbara's bike whispers, "Why have you
forsaken me?"
