Last Post!

[GodSentinelOmega]

Unfortunately.

 

[Caldwin]

Deservedly.

 

[GodSentinelOmega]

Debatably. Depending on the poet.

 

[Caldwin]

Debatable. But we're human. We're biased.

 

[GodSentinelOmega]

Agreed. We are also the basis for the hunt for the Answer to The Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything.

 

[DefaultOption]

I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the question is.

 

[GodSentinelOmega]

What about “How many roads must a Man walk down?”

 

[Caldwin]

42 is blowing in the wind.

 

[DefaultOption]

All those 42s will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

 

[GodSentinelOmega]

Time…. To Die.

 

[Caldwin]

And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for
don't ask me I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam

And it's five, six seven
Open up the pearly gates.
Ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee we're all gonna die.

 

[GodSentinelOmega]

Life (or Mayhem) finds a way… to keep the Last Post circulating like a hot potato.

Or at least a moderately warm one.

 

[The Mighty Mollusk]

I know I set it on fire at least once.

 

[Caldwin]

I like my fries crispy!

 

[GodSentinelOmega]

In this place, I think fries a nuked rather than deep fried.

 

[Caldwin]

Meh! In this place, you get used to it.

 

[GodSentinelOmega]

Hehe. Mayhem: Where people come to fry.

 

[The Mighty Mollusk]

Come for the warm green glow. Stay because your legs have mutated into rootlike structures and you physically can't leave.

 

[GodSentinelOmega]

We built this city on…ourselves.

And everybody else.

 

[Caldwin]

I feel like I'm carrying the entire city on my shoulders, and his shoulder, and his back, and my head...that's someone's spleen.