James Robin was an attractive, trim man in his mid-twenties who, being an only child, was always supported by his parents. They taught him the most valuable lesson of his life: "Stand tall and humble, focus on the happiness and wellbeing of others and they'll do the same for you in return." It was for this reason he grew to be an extremely likeable person. He was the type of man who made friends everywhere he went because he simply took the time to greet and help others. This is why he had been with his girlfriend, Elizabeth, for five years. This is why he bought an engagement ring. This is why he agreed to wait until they were engaged to have sex for the first time.

But in just one week it was all taken away from him. And there was nothing that could prepare him for it. He wasn't tainted by the sensationalism of the media - every day it's a robbery, a shooting or a rape on the news. James was almost blind to it all. Growing up, James didn't come home to parents who were tired from work and did nothing but watch TV for the rest of the afternoon. No, he came home to parents who wanted to spend quality time with him. They rarely watched TV. So, he had a very innocent and optomistic view of the world, which was quickly shattered when his parents died in a car accident that week. Soon the friend to many, the type of man who could cheer just about anyone up with his smile, was hollowed out. An empty and lost man. He didn't know how long it would be until he'd feel comfortable finally proposing to Elizabeth; all he knew was that his parents would never get to see him standing at the alter.

And then, in that same week, the second and worst blow came. James, an innocent passer-by, walked near the wrong alley at the wrong time. He was walking down the street at night to run a quick errand. Then out of nowhere he was pulled into an alley and hit on the head with something metallic. Disoriented and nearly unconcious, the last thing he saw was a dark figure weilding a knife. The last thing he felt was his pants being torn off and his body being taken advantage of. He was being raped. "No, please," he choked up with a weak voice as the figure gripped his throat. When he saw the face of who was taking advantage of him, the only thing he could think to say was, "Please... don't do that... I'm saving my virginity for my girlfriend... I love her... don't... do... this..." Then he felt something puncture his neck, and he never saw nor felt anything ever again.

That same night, Mordecai and Rigby were at a bar drinking away the envelope of cash Benson gave them earlier. The typical pay day of two young slackers. "Dude, Mordecai, I think you've had enough," said Rigby as Mordecai fell off his stool. Mordecai had always been a lightweight, but for some reason he never learned his lesson and always chugged down far too many beers. Usually Mordecai was the more responsible one of the two. Perhaps he was trying to prove something about himself, to show that he wasn't a wuss who couldn't handle beer.

Mordecai stumbled back to his feet. "Rigby? Is that you? Hey Rigga... Rigger..." the blue jay giggled, then continued to slur. "Hey man, you have a really hard to promoncipate name!"

"God damn, Mordecai. Why do I even bother drinking with you? You're embarrassing me!"

Mordecai shakingly crawled back onto his stool and hiccupped. "Because, dude... Riggarig... I love you, bro. I want us to grow old together. When I die, I want to be buried nex tuh yow, be-kiss you're like a husband to me... except its not like a gay thing... if you know whatssuh mean..." Mordecai then fell back on the floor.

"Screw this, I hate being the responsible one on drinking night," Rigby said to himself. "Looks like I'll just have to get as drunk as Mordecai!" He quickly swigged down the bottle he had in his hand, then tossed it on the floor. He was about to order more beers but decided to drink some vodka so he'd get drunk faster. He hated the taste of vodka, but the sooner he got as plastered as Mordecai, the better.

Soon Mordecai and Rigby were walking through the dark streets in a drunken daze. Suddenly they heard screaming from an alley. "Hey Riggariggarig, that sounds like a... something going on!" said Mordecai.

The two drunken slackers ran toward the alley only to find a dead body in a puddle of blood. The body was eclipsed by the darkness of the night, and coupled with their impaired judgement, Mordecai and Rigby could only make out a blurry person in the dark.

"Whoa, Mordecai... is that a dead guy?"

Mordecai rubbed his eyes and squinted to get a better look. With a hiccup he said, "Nah, juss a sleeping hobobobo!" He then reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "We should gives him somes money!" He reached into the sleeve of his wallet and slipped out his driver's license. He said, "I give him my crebit card!" and then tossed his license on top of the dead body.

Using a sticky note and pen he found in his pocket, Rigby scrawled down a note that read: "REST WELL BUDDY. HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT. LOVE RIGBY"

As Rigby folded the paper and threw it on top of the body, he said, "I'm outs of the money, so I pays back later!"

"Feels good to help hobobobos. Now let's go home," said Mordecai.

Back at the park, the house's front door swung open and produced a blue jay and a raccoon, who tumbled down with a thunk. Lying on the floor with the door wide open, Mordecai and Rigby quickly slipped off into unconsciousness, and the night was forgotten.