I actually didn’t have this comic in mind when I gave Guy that ridiculously huge crown.

The year is 2132

Guy:
Hey, Kenny. Did you run out of your medication?
Kenny: What? No… oh, this again?
(sound effects: twitching)
Kenny: The doctor warned that I might develop a tolerance for the inhibitors of the twitchy twitch.
Guy: Ugh. I feel bad enough that I’m the cause of this brain damage, and now it might never go away?
Kenny: Don’t worry, it might go away on its own…
CLUNK