Our biker club cannot stand, we cannot endure - there's no amount of riding in perfect formation that can mend what we have. Our shape is warped and this perfect formation of The Boys only mocks us, no matter who is at the head. We are a shattered pane of glass that has just now remembered to fall apart. Goodbye Brian. Goodbye Brian. Anyways there's a new car which is cool! Hello slam van! We have maybe the nicest conversation of the GTA trilogy across a language barrier. And there's a big shotgun that goes BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG...