The. End. (7 of 7)

Cole is really tired.  It's tough living life as singing telegram guy.  Worse than that, he can't even afford a car so he's gotta roller skate home at some absurd hour every bloody night.  Grrrr, he thinks to himself.  The next time I have to don a damned bunny head and sing lyrics as awful as "my bunny bunny wuv was sent from up above," I'm seriously going to punch my boss in the--!

A motorcycle roars by.  Some dude with a satchel of cash.  Ugh.  Some guys have all the luck!

Screeeeeeeeech!

Another one nearly runs him over.

Fuck my life, Cole thinks.  Just... Fuck it.