Okay, first of all, we all know none of that is happening. I'm going to be here on the bottom run forever because I flashed one too many airline ticket agent or ignored glory holes or something. There are no Greek demi-Gods here and I'm not going to fall in love with Vergil. Ever.

[Spank-demon? Really, Suzie? At least Angela's laughing. You're breaking her down!]

Okay, maybe the sky falling will happen, but that'll happen to all of us so it doesn't matter in the end. So cool your jets, Chicken Little.