You find nothing but years of bitter ass famine.
PCG7: HE WAS MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND *EVER* PSYCHED ME OUT INTO THINKING HE DIED *YET A FUCKING RETARD PAST ME WAS, AND CONTINUES TO INFLICT ON ME.
PCG7: SEE YOU IN THE FACE??????????
PCG7: WHAT'S LEFT OF IT.
PCG7: SOMETIMES WE RUN INTO THESE LUDICROUS MONOLOGUES, THEN RACKING MY BRAIN FOR EXCUSES TO GET TOO MACABRE, BUT I DON'T SEE WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS?
PCG7: BLAH BLAH WORDS*