"for the last time! NAY!" tristan stopped moving suddenly. his legs seemed to try to move forwards, but he held them back. "you, and me, we're both ending it here and now" tristan turned his head to face god once more as his hand grabbed aks. twisting the dial, he set the volume to 5, and began playing. he busted out a massively tasty jam, known by most as 'the hokey fuckin' pokey'. as he played, the clouds underfoot trembled, teh air seemed to heat up, and the dimension itself began to tear apart at the seams. small portals appeared like polka dots all over, and tristan stood in the middle of it all, playing his guitar.