[That was the sound of his will to live crumbling.

Whatever. He can rough it to the good bars, and what he'll do with his life after he drinks himself into a coma is Future Murphy's problem. In the meantime...]

Let me guess -- bikes are far away too?

[He isn't even gonna try with the Pokemon thing. Mac is a fat little marshmallow and probably couldn't hurt a... what are those weird little rats called?]