'Congratulations! Man, I must be getting rusty.'

'Somehow, that's how the game works. Hey, the stars are kinda pretty tonight'

'Some people say there's meanings hidden up there. I was never too sure about that, though. We make our own luck. But sometimes it's dealt out for us. Life is a game of poker'

'Maybe. But then again, they'll probably throw another apocalypse at us. As if political turmoil, disease, economic crisis, and then a freaking nuclear apocalypse wasn't enough, it seems the world keeps just chucking more and more at us. Sorry, that's depressing, isn't it?'

'Or maybe now, the universe has played all its worst cards, and we can finally be free to prosper as humanity, whatever that looks like. But I'm envisaging inflatable flamingoes'

'Is that really your idea of a utopia?'

'Great. I'm stranded in the wasteland with a metalhead!' he laughs

'Nothing. But where's the joy, the bright colours, the glamour?'

'Ok. But do you have pizzazz?'

'You do have a fair point there. Certainly more pizzazz than grunge. I hate grunge'