Michael:
And thus my friends poor Nash agrees to go on ahead back home
Where his mother brutally murders him... ugh, you don't wanna know
It's ugly, it’s... aw, that poor guy... all right anyways
If it’s any consolation to you, the goblin Ryvyr stays

She’s still in New Albion, wandering around
I assume that we’ll catch up with her later round the town
And Amber, well she does real well, man her future it's bright
One day she’ll run Arcadia Corp, till the golden age expires

Her future’s bright until it’s not, which y'know is how all futures go
I remember back when mine was full of friends and full of hope
I miss thе playhouse, our adventures, to this day I miss it still
Asha, David, Lloyd, thеm all... I really miss Jill

*sniffles*
Ok.. ok..

Well, I think I probably got one more of these stories left in me
Then i think its finally time to, you know, bow out gracefully
I had a good run, i can't deny, and as for, as for here right now
I’m gonna do what I always do, drink till I pass out

So one more then let's all agree, we’ll meet here once again
For one last little tale from our dear town of New Albion