“Holy shit, you guys,” Semicolon said, flopping on the floor, legs too rubbery to hold her up any longer. “I mean, holy shit.”

In the corner, Comma curled up and trembled (Parentheses had already fled the vicinity), while Em-Dash collapsed on the couch, a delirious Hyphen held in their arms, and said, “Yeah, goddamn - so, see you all same time next year?”