> SS: Get your own damn epilogue.

Where the hell is this?

Your Crew is here. You ask if this is the dream bubbles or some shit. Droog says no, some asshole wrecked up the dream bubbles, so you all ended up here.

You say okay, but where’s here?

DEATH appears beside you. He tells you you’re in his office.

Well ain’t that just peachy.

Droog says it ain’t so bad. The tea’s good.

You say like you give a fuck about tea. He tells you to calm your shit.

Death asks if you’d like to play a game. Droog tells him to get some cards.

Death leaves to find a deck of cards.

Droog asks why you still have an eyepatch if you have a cyborg eye. Couldn’t you have gotten another cyborg eye?

You say shut the hell up, that’s why.

The door opens and some idiot walks in.

He asks Death if he’s seen Pickle’s oboe anywhere.

Droog snaps to attention. He yells, now!!

Before you can ask what he’s on about, Boxcars adds, CHEESE IT!

You book it out of there before anyone can stop you.

PROBLEM SLEUTH has the distinct feeling that he just fucked up.