In-Punk-We-Trust

Phil ran furiously down an old, abandoned dirt road as a black cloud of smoke and nothing chased after him. All the rocks and dirt and gravel were being eaten away at a rapid, scary pace, the destruction following him. As he ran, Phil noticed an ending in the road ahead, a cliff of sorts. He panicked, thoughts racing from one thing to do to another, but everything ended badly. Phil skidded to a stop just as he reached the edge of the cliff. Below, there was a deep, dark, depressing trench with seemingly no bottom. He looked back at the cloud behind him and didn't have a clue what to do. Phil shuffled his feet slightly in contemplation. But