Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak
and weary, suddenly there came a tapping, as of
someone gently rapping. Long ago I heard that
sound, often lost, but seldom found, a haunting
voice from minutes past, Micah had returned at
last. And I was like, "What's up dude?" And he was
like, "Uhhh, I found your comb." And then I was
like, "Shut-Up!" And then he was like, "Yeah, and
stuff." And then I was like, "Rock on!" And that's
how the story ends, now you hear the score my
friends. We're finding answers, we're setting
trends. I guess that's how the story ends. How
distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak
December, and each dying ember, wrought its ghost
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spine, I saw what I could not define, a sight I
never could contrive, there stood Brad at last,
alive. "Where have you been these endless years?"
I asked him, sobbing through my tears. "I did not
die by plague or prison, what really died is
cynicism." And then I said, "Awesome." And he was
like, "Yeah, I guess. And by the way, those pants,
they belong to my dad. And they're not really
pants, they're leiderhosen." Hooray! And Combat
Chuck has passed away, his dying wish was "Never
play that song again". And Kitty-Doggy's put to
sleep, the dinosaurs lay in a heap, as they slowly
go extinct, like me.