You three need to get out more. If the weather is good tomorrow maybe you could go somewhere quiet, dig a large hole and ask some passerby to fill it in after you’ve fucked each other stupid which you’ve all got a head start on anyway, and then murdered each other. It’s not good to stay in all winter like a retarded hibernating homosexual boy band with no gigs on the horizon, just promises from your predator sorry manager. Death is the only way anyone is ever going to remember you, or give a fuck,