The year is 2132

Kenny: Scythee, transcribe a letter for me…
Kenny: Fine, I’ll do it myself.
Kenny: Dear Fuego Hare,
Would you like to come live on my island? It’s really nice, and I live here, and please please please…
Kenny: Huh?
Alert: Incoming call from Fuego.
Fuego Hare:
Hey, Kenny. My parents and sister are driving me crazy! I’m ready to move out. Do you have any rooms available on your island?

Why are you smiling? My life is a living hell.