"Hands up! Put your hands on the wall! Spread your legs! You got any VERSUS on you?! Huh?! Do ya scumbag? You look like the kinda trash that'd be filthy with VERSUS. Yeeeeeeah you're grinning from ear to ear and I can practically smell it on you. Get in the Cybertruck™ VERScum, you're going to Cyberprison™!!!"
This is our future if we don't spread the good word of VERSUS far and wide. You don't want this on your hands, trust us. We went into the future and you told us you didn't want it on your hands. So do your future and current selves a favor and shout the VERScripture from the VERSmountaintops baby!
On this week's dystopian hellscape: the boys get cartographic, fill up their glasses (but not too much), and pay their respects to a visible dead body.
VERSUS: How Much You Want For That Rare, Beautiful Fruit?™