Maybe I die in a skydiving explosion. And then you go and marry Buffy. And it makes me sad. But if she’s gonna be with someone, I’d want it to be you. Only, I didn’t really die. I was faking it. And I come back. I spy on you from my red Corvette. And I’m planning to kick your ass. But I see how happy you make her, and I have to walk away. I have to. And I do. Slowly. In a rainstorm. But as time goes by, it eats away at me. You’re out living it up with my girlfriend. And I’m alone. In a cave. Training. I thought you were my friend. I thought you were my friend!