That's some wild shootin' there Ladd. Why don'tcha go on ahead, and rest your head. It's okay now. It's in a better place reminiscing with the other Playstation's, about the days of their youth. On how there owner was always so kind, and loved you so much. How you wouldn't trade it for anything else, for sure. But then, it became deathly ill, and you suddenly became hesitant to play, for fear it may fall away into darkness. But it never got better, but it kept beckoning for one last moment of play. And so you did. One. Last. Time.