[TOLGA WROTE] Jbird was thinking about the question that has been bothering him since the day he discovered that wine is actually spinach in some strange form: “Does death choose you or do you choose death?” After thinking on this question for a while, with a broken glass of wine in hand, he stumbled upon a more practical question: “Does one’s name evolve over time?” This question will not trouble him till death unlike the other, thought he. As he attempted to sip from the broken glass, he realized to his surprise (but not mine) that the answer to the second question has been staring at him the whole time. He stopped dancing but not bleeding. The reflection of the moon of Kular, the planet which J-Bird has recently traveled to, in the pool of blood on the floor made him feel like a promiscous chimpanzee for just a second. And then, he screamed: “Eureka! Yes, the answer is yes. One’s name evolves over time.” The answer can be only discovered by those who are willing to read the enitre history of Jbird, Chelsea and Mr. Puffington, thought he. He was feeling somewhat happy for having answered one of the questions. But the other remained. “Does death choose you or do you choose death?”