Hey, you. Yeah, it's been a while, huh?

The Bad Guys are currently trying to get jobs, but... we're doin' pretty bad. Just failed another interview, this time at a bank. Great... just great. Who am I even talking to? Myself?

I drive the rundown car into the pipe that acts as the entrance to our lair, frequently reminding myself of the upcoming possibility of eviction, when... I stop, and get out of the car, into the darkness of the pipe.

Hey, someone there? Hey, hey– you, yeah, you! What're you...

I approach you. What's someone doing in a spot like this?

Uh... hello?