“You name was CENSORED?” Rocka questioned. “I don’t get it.”
“Well, there were two others by the name of CENSORED, but... they’re gone now. So I just go by CENSORED these days.”
“What happened to the other two?” Rocka asked.
“Rocka, how about we shut up, eh?” Evo suggested. “Quite frankly, I don’t think CENSORED wants to talk about it. Look at CENSORED, CENSORED’s sad now. And you, Rocka, are boring me to tears. I suggest we venture down into the darkness now before we’re caught, so that we have the opportunity to come running back up screaming like maniacs later.”
“Evo, you know what?”
“You have a way with words that immediately makes me want to kill myself.”
“I try my best.”
Rocka sighed and decided to inspect the miniscule details of his launcher to avoid continuing his conversation with Evo. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see CENSORED struggling (and failing) not to giggle as CENSORED turned around and began to descend into the basement.