The End (at least until the next beginning)

Friends, Minions, Skeletons, please don't throw miscellaneous body parts at me. We stand upon the gateway of the future. Not a future we can predict in detail, but a future nonetheless. Where will we go? What will we do? That is not for me to decide, i simply keep meandering in a forwardish direction. But wherever you go, whatever you do, you can rest assured that me and my pals will be right here goofing off and finding new ways to amuse ourselves with the produce of your vegetable gardens.

Do not be sad, do not be afraid, every Bottle must face The Corkening. But you, my heartiest minions, you have your helmets, you have your shovels, you have each other. As i've said before, there are no goodbyes, only pulses in the stream of existence. So, now that we've seen how things are fermenting, it is time for me to put the proverbial cork in it. Any questions?

MEEP?

No, i already said that, i'm not going anywhere, i'm just shutting up because i ran out of things to talk about.

MEEP MEEP?

No, of course not. No exploding today, no exploding tomorrow, well unless you walk past the warning signs, or stick scissors in the socket, there i can't help you.

MEEP MEEP. MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP.

Are you new here?

MEEEP?

What a jackass. Oh, is my mic still on? Oh well, at least i honestly think you're a jackass. Don't worry, i'm a jackass too. It takes one to know one, you know?