This is what the movies do! They change the ending; replace the party with an afterparty. New decade, new rules. Robbie would usually be a big fan of something like this; but not tonight.

The party, annual Stabathon, was something Robbie always looked forward to. A really big deal for him! So when the party was shut down, since Dewey's wife was stabbed — ( Technically at the hands of Robbie and Charlie. They should've really advanced the security in that old barn. )

God knows why they decided to throw a party there in the first place. Then again, Robbie and Charlie; duo against the world, fucking idiots.

The main rules of the stab franchise were clear. Don't trail off, don't have sex — ( You'll probably die before you get to finish anyway, so what's the point? ) — and whatever you do, don't, get, drunk.

Robbie had broken two of those. You can probably guess which one he didn't. After a horrible night, the boy decided to fuck all the survival rules and loose the instincts, walking off to the woods with nothing but a vodka bottle, HallPass, and his dignity. “ — I'm a little drunk, so, don't blame your internet connection.. ” He laughed. Probably talking to his three viewers.