[Ralph quite suddenly surfaces from a nearby sewer, once again a free man. He stretches his arms upward into the sun, his work vest clenched in one fist, and draws in a deep breath of non-sewer air. He doesn't even care that he's still filthy or scared the daylights out of some passing little old lady. He's free, he's free!]
[ACTION] Forward dated to the 12th, somewhere in the streets
PRAISE NINTENDO!