A gentlemen in a suit walks into a bar. Everyone looks at him for a brief moment, only to stop caring moments later and continue drinking. The gentlemen takes a seat and a the bartender greets him. Acknowledging the greeting, the gentlemen waves his hand and asks for a vodka martini. The bartender asks if he wants it shaken or stirred. The only thing that the gentlemen said after that was a quote from Casino Royal, "Do I look like I give a damn?" Rudely addressed, the bartender quickly makes him his drink and walks away to more well liked regulars.
The man drinks, and orders another one, and drinks, and orders another one. He just drank and drank his sad little heart away. In his drunken stupor, the not so gentle-man started throwing things at everyone. His wallet, the martini glass, the bartender, a beer bottle, a bar stool. the bartender again, an autobiography about someone's life, a different bartender-as the previous bartender was rushed to the hospital); and all while doing this, the anti-gentle-man was tearful.
You see, this man had recently read the Chronology of Tony and wanted to become just like Tony. He worked hard for it. He had bought a suit. He had never left his house so he became pale. He occasionally wore a white morphsuit underneath his suit. He had tried to fix his marriage by ruining it Tony style. If he succeeded in ruining Tony style, they would have been closer than ever. He, however, is not Tony. He ruined everything he ever held dear. He started crying and crying until another well dressed gentlemen walked into the now ruined bar.
This man is Tony and after hearing what was happening, he decided to rush over to help in the non-Tony way. He sat next to the drunken gentlemen and just listened. He simply nodded, ordered more drinks, took the drinks with with tendrils, and gave them to the gentlemen. The gentlemen cried but Tony was there to comfort him. Tony gave him a speech. Well, Tony didn't give him an actual 'speech', since he's mute. He wrote out letters on his handy-dandy Etch-a-sketch. He wrote, over the course of two weeks, "It's ok. Everyone makes mistakes, just don't look for mistakes. And you don't want to be me, you don't have my powers."
The gentlemen, now two weeks sober, hugged Tony and promised to himself that he would fix everything with his wife. Tony, satisfied, decided to have one of the drinks that he's been stealing after a long two weeks of etch-a-sketch. He had grabbed the vodka bottle, poured it into a martini glass and sipped it through his skin.
The next scene can only be described in the following. "Burning bodies and large debris fell from the sky. Only a world of hell can be seen. Mutant men and women fighting each other for the scraps of children remains. Animals with grotesque tumors and large alien-like creatures begin to laugh and play. Today is a dark day that a extremely powerful nuclear warhead was detonated. The nuclear warhead was so advanced that it had a two week detonator that was powered with an etch-a-sketch."
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