We are going to have a relationship tonight. I'm gonna go out with you. We're gonna make sweet sweet comedy love with each other. And then suddenly without warning i'm not even gonna call you guys anymore. The last thing you had ever heard me say was, "hey, i'll cal you guys later". And I never call. But you hear from the grapevine, i'm dating a younger sexier crowd. And that i'm really happy, but i'm not happy. Because I think about you guys. And about a year from now, i'm gonna call weeping in the middle of the night, "you were the best crowd I ever had... you really listened to me... and I didnt know the crowd I had until you despersed". Then were gonna get together, were gonna hang out, and maybe we will all like ya know run around town and smash windows and cause destruction. And i'll make jokes and one of you guys will turn and be like, "haha Dane your a riot!" and i'll go, "I'M A RIOT? YOUR A FUCKING RIOT!"