Nick- Oh my god, Jeff...kinda...killed himself.
Chris- He�s a bastard?
(The fortress begins to shake)
Jon- We gotta get outta here!
(The 4 hastily exit the fortress just in time as it collapses)
Jon- Phew...well guys, lets go home.
(The 4 make there way to Jon�s bike. Jon hops on as the other 3 simply stare at the side-cab. They look at each other, then at each others bellies)
Jon- Cmon guys, get in.
(After a great deal of moaning, groaning, and squirming, all three manage to cram themselves into the cart and they ride off)
Chris- I...Can�t...Breathe.
Nick- How much further till home?
Jon- About 2,000 miles...