Old Skool Joe: Pink Panther, I think we have been down here long enough. I finally turned the news on and discovered that not only is the zombie apocalypse over but not one damn zombie ate anyone! Fuck this I’m going back to the apartment and getting my job back at the fish joint! Smoking weed and watching TV isn’t as fun as it used to be. TV sucks now anyway, motherfuckers ruined it. I’m gonna go home and watch old TV shows, smoke weed, and talk shit about those shows. I’m returning to a simpler time where shit makes sense.

Pink Panther: About time! I’ve been trying to tell you this for the past two years! There was never a zombie apocalypse, there was a virus. See the fake news media…

Old Skool Joe: Easy tiger. We ain’t starting this shit again, you were the one panicking and shit blabbering about how you and your idiot friends were gonna overthrow the government. I keep telling you you’re a fucking stuffed animal, no one gives a shit what you do.

Pink Panther: At any rate, this is a great opportunity for us as a company. Our other internet businesses have flourished, thanks to several PPP loans we are flush with a ton of liquid assets. I propose that we reboot our esteemed publication and take advantage of a wide-open market.

Old Skool Joe: What? Actually. You know what? I don’t give a fuck, do whatever you want. Like I said, I’m going back to the apartment, call Spaceman and have him deliver me some of that space weed, or cloud, or whatever the hell it’s called.

Pink Panther: Give me a second, I just have to shred a few documents, and then we will torch the place. Then back to the office and I will draw up the plans to overthrow the government!

Old Skool Joe: What?

Pink Panther: Draw up a business plan. We’re back baby!