It's over. The end. All done. That's all, folks. The train has left the station. Batman and Robin have gone their seperate ways. Your mother and father have divorced. Your puppy has died. And Lili and Grant aren't even close to resembling friends anymore, I think it's my fault for telling him I liked him at all. I mangled it beyond recognition. Good going, Lili. ** NO! It's not my fault! Fuck it all, it's his!