As arranged by the god of electrons...
BOBBO: "My dear designers and die-hards, Book-bounds and Shadybucks, Grubbers for recognition, Clubbers, GMO corn-sowers, Pocket Bulgers, Seekers of Garlands Galore and Loud Louts."
[No one laughs and Bobbo waves to same.]
BOBBO: "Today is my 60th birthday!"
[Silence; and Bobbo waves to same.]
BOBBO: "Alas, 60 years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable folklore." "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
BOBBO [after a short pause to light a cig]: "I am going now, far over the expanse of yore, exchanging the known for its perkier side, and straight into the bosom of the past to begin a new future!"
[Most of the party-goers have dissolved by now, leaving only the designers and die-hards from the original list. There is an audible CLICK! and the page resets upon a You-Tube video showcasing the next sexy sensation. An audible sigh of relief is heard from the exited party-goers.]
BOBBO proceeds EAST…