After we break into the bowling alley basement to fight a firey vine monster, sacrifice Armani over a coal seam, worry over potential prom dates, reintroduce our suffering millennial teachers to extremely painful memories, keep Lukashenko at bay via pudding cup offerings, and do our homework ....

Do you want to help me find the 'wrong one'? He's still missing, by the way.

And now that he is gone, I miss him.