It was some time before Rugrat cleared his throat. “So, just, like, want to know…we cool, man?” Erik looked up at the ceiling, letting out a sigh as a part of his soul seemed to leave him before looking at Rugrat. “Not like you weren’t thinking it. We just going to all sit here and mourn the death of a crappy, old desk?” Rugrat pointed at the remains on the ground. “’Twas a valiant desk, but it will also be valiant firewood.”
