Across time and generations, throughout space and time, four beings stood resolute. Their names: DruidMan.EXE, Steven Furok, SpaceMonkeySteve, and Abraham Lincoln.
They all stood, valiantly at the precipice of indecision, agonizing for months about what their next action should be, staring adversity in the eye and not moving a muscle.
Simultaneously, all four men boldly shouted, "FORGET THIS, DUDE/DRUIDMAN/MAGICCEREAL/JEFFERSON DAVIS." and grabbed his scimitar/Escape Subchip/middle finger/ticket to Ford Theatre, and without flinching, farted/used said subchip/beat the shit out of his muse/sat down to enjoy a pleasant show.
Druidman burst into thousands of leaves, Steven Furok burst into laughter, SpaceMonkeySteve burst into tears of manly joy, and Abraham Lincoln's head burst.
The End.
((Using Escape Subchip))