Hearth Gods XXXV - Tonight
- BEER:THIS WEATHER IS CRIZY O LOOK A NOONSPAPER!
- NEWSPAPER:POET has collapsed! Our moon correspondant reports that due to a lack of audience response and/or oxygen in his quarters, beloved POET has succumbed and is being treated by moonbase staff.
- [Brief silence. Feelings.]
- BEER:I HAVE BEEN TO LOTS OF PARTIES
- AND WAS KIND OF A DICK SOMETIMES
- BUT I NEVER ACTUALLY COLLASPED
- O POET WE LOVE YOU GET UP