HAROLD looked out upon the cancerous land. He hadn't bothered to learn it's name. HAROLD hadn't bothered to do a lot of things. There WAS one thing he bothered to do: complain. He launched into a tirade about the stale memes this world was made out of, and how back in his day on the shores of New Jersey he had met a meme vendor with an inventory so fresh it once killed a man. But those days are long gone. HAROLD focused, optimizing his meme-seeking sunglasses to scout out his coworkers. Just as he guessed: a bunch of stale memes. At least the Harambe-lovin' one was a """""trap""""". Those're ever fresh as memes. As the Blackhawk landed, HAROLD let loose a cascade of ancient dollar bills, just so everyone knew HAROLD had made his entrance. Maybe it'd distract everyone from the 2009 music that was playing out of one of the other helicopters. Pffft. Such nubiles.