[Dave doesn't know if it's rude or not to ask people their reasons for joining the game. As far as he can tell, their motivations can be anything from a personal need for happiness (or crushing others') to something big, like his. Too many variables.

Time to blab about nothing.]

Could this park get any lamer? It's like Sunday in the park with boredom. Fuckin' picturesque every day landscape. The hell? All it needs is a crowd of pigeons and an old man with nothing left to live for spreading bird seed and stale cheerios.

[You agree, right, Raivis?

Right?]