It was the day Tyler and Hodgy and Left Brain and Domo Genesis and Syd and even that total fucking dweeb Mike G had been waiting for. The day they had spent ages dreaming about. The day they could finally end the life of Bruno Mars once and for all. The day they could finally become whole.
They were gathered at the baggage claim area of Los Angeles International Airport. Tyler kept checking his phone, trying to will a text from Earl to let him know he’d cleared customs. Left Brain was had Mike G by the arm and was making him punch himself, yelling, “Quit punching yourself!” over and over again. Domo was so stoned that all he could do was rub his eyes.