Cobra forlornly walked away from the huge pile of spam, looking mournfully around. Life was all so pointless, she thought, tripping on a mindworm. Sure, you could get lots of money, and lots of fame, and anything you could possible want, but why? Would there be any reason? You're still just a grain of sand in the beach of life. Better to just end it all, then have to bear this torture every day for the rest of your miserable life....

Ducky bounced happily after the Knight, providing free insightful commentary on the mysteries of life, baseball scores and other tropical terratopia topics. Golden guy, paying little or less attention, merely rode around without much purpose while appearing to be keeping busy. Dilbert cartoons are a good way to learn how to do this.

Freelance turned away from the old heap of memories, a lump in his eye and a tear in his throat. Better to leave this place, all it had meant to him. Better to start his life all over, then to always have to remember the 'Tavern, the rollicking inhabitants, the occasional village idiots. Leaving his horse to chew on a Titan's shoe, Freelance walked slowly away, thinking of fun new names like "Mister E" and "Mister Ected". The horse would eventually leave this ruin as well, in seek of the grass that was greener on the other side of the world. How tasty. Being a horse, it had little time for thinking, but it did occur to the slow beast that everyone was feeling rather sad today.

Unknown Rabbit walked away from the mindful mischief, and looked around for GenEX's latest thought. This appeared in the form of a stool. Unknown Rabbit waited a few minutes, and a bartender's counter appeared. Thinking that the mind was a great place to visit, but you wouldn't want to live there, Unky Rabbish sat down upon the stool and began to take orders from all the various low life who wanted to cruelly poor beer inside GenEX's head.

Xavier and Cleever, still playing baseball with GenEX's vital organs, were rapidly becoming more drunk (you see, GenEX was unconscious, so things he imagined were slightly more true, and he was partly imagining drinking beer, which of course, would make it down to his stomach somehow) with the beer just mentioned in the previous parenthesis. (Honest!) So drunk, that when one of these necessary body parts went shooting up an intestine at a high velocity, all they could think of shouting was "Shome run!".

The above mentioned necessary body part soon made it up to GenzaX's mind, where it smashed through a weak link in thought, creating a vacumn. This vacumn conviniently sucked everyone (except Xavier and Cleever, who would soon be turned into so much stomach mush, and later disposed of in a restroom facility) out of GenEX entirely so plots could be created with more relative ease. This, naturally, woke GenEX up. (You would wake up to, if all those people {not to mention the stool and bartender counter} shot out of a hole in your head that rapidly sealed itself.) After standing around for a while and brushing various pieces of GenEX's mind off of them, (UNCLEAN!!!) the assorted creatures noticed that the 'Tavern had been demolished again. Everyone turned to Beauman instinctively, but a Mister Dude quickly pushed Beau away and said "I shall rebuild this Tavern for you, to show how awesome I am! Just give me...."