Well, I'm done. Was fun while it lasted, but enough's enough. Nice try to all of you trying to catch me, and a hearty fuck you to the jackass who set me on fire.
Alright, where do I meet you?
((For those curious, Barry's left a meat cleaver that is almost 100% accurate to his on the edge of the fountain with a note saying "Here ya go, no more chopping from me." on it. Which of course, is a complete and utter lie, but this is Barry we're talking about.))