The End

[The Urbane Spaceman]

And then we lived Drunkenly ever after.


My most profuse ape-ologies, my dear fiend, Evidently, I'm not to speak any more of these death matters at this point.

Erato hath shown me thus. Yeth, I thpeak with a lithp.

It is time to return to the village of Fuckno.

Care for a thip form thith glath?

Perhaps we will all recover,

but most likely,

we may be horribly disfigured; mentally and emotionally.

In the least, this:

Why else purchase a ticket on the bad train?


Now DRINK! you summina bastidges, and see you at the dying of the day.


Lot of death on the brain these days, ole chap.


.

[Badfellow]

The parable of the Ouroborus... the butt end of The End is but a prologue of the begin again.


LEGAL RULING UNDER ARTICLE 420.A, PARAGRAPH LSD.25 OF FUCKNO CITY AGREEMENT
The ruling Douchebagarchy of Fuckno presents to The Urbane Spaceman the following honorary Key to PIck Locks in the City:
This entitles the honored to pilfer liquor, medicine and file cabinets at your discretion.
Hitherto forth and chartered,
The Urbane Spaceman is likewise authorized to brandish war hatchet, feather bonnet and Belushi totems
Within the Fuckno city limits.


Regrettably,

Hon. Chaz Chimpington Chavez,
Elected Shitty Councilman
Fuckno, Schwartzeneggeria
93720