[Crowbob]

Sadly, in the fine offices of good Norwegian wood, an onerous yoke appears. All goes helter skelter like a heavy metal anchor crushes a rotten apple core, the music screams to all from a cold and dreary rooftop an end.

And several beginnings.

The music begins to float on the wings of genius and with a profundity beyond what anyone can even imagine.

Then there were three.