So, James and I sowed the seeds of destruction yesterday. We slapped each other silly. Drank 'til we got all goosey. There was man marination, to be almost indescribably certain. Witness, and behold: Doom Imminent, and your final days. Weep unto the visage savage and free; the vision of your absolute submission. You shall not pass. You shall not collect 200 dollars. You are finito. Kaput! Cowabunga?