With the badassness gone, we cannot return life to our fandom. And fate has yielded its reward: a new ship to call home. We live among The Bubble now, hiding in plain sight, but watching over Puckleberry in secret, waiting, protecting. We have witnessed their capacity for courage, and though they are worlds apart, like us, there's more to them than meets the eye. I am a Puckleberry shipper, and I send this message to any surviving Puckleberries taking refuge among the bathrooms. We are here. We are waiting.
Dear RIB, if finchel happens again I will go to the animal shelter and get you a kitty cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty cat. and then, on some dark, cold night I will steal away into your home and punch you in the face.