The streets hold a familiar and sort of mediocre type of ambiance as Enricho walks down a rare cloudy day in Los Vegas. His memory sparked a quick conversation he had with Matt before his untimely end.

"I have a plans, Enricho." Matt said in a tone no more eerie than he could muster in his mediocrity. Enricho knew all too well this was a guise to throw off those who chose to despise him. As Matt stepped into the back of his limousine, he cheered farewell "When the time comes, you'll know," and his chauffeur sped off leaving Enricho confused.

Why is this coming to mind now? Today is certainly a Matt kind of day. Enricho thought to himself as he entered the bank to pick up some beer money.

"What can i do you for today?" Enricho noticed the tellers name tag as he was greeted.

"TheCounterMatt?" Enricho asked chuckling to himself. "I, The Great Enricho, need my daily beer money!"

Without a second word or acknowledgement to the statement of his name, the teller handed Enricho two thousand dollars and bid a fair day. The next stop on Enrichos journey was a coffee shop. A good cup of joe keeps The Great Enricho spry and lively after all. Enricho's step bounced off beat as he read another name tag: BaristaMatt. 

That's a strange coincidence. Enricho didn't want to draw attention to his new suspicion that maybe this was the plan Matt had mentioned. He ordered his his coffee and was off to the square for the morning banter.

As Enricho neared the square, he could her the cheers of about half a dozen:

"I'm Matt, yes, I'm the real Matt
All you other Matts are just imitating
So won't the real Matt please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?"

At this moment Enricho knew what has happened.

The Mattagedon is started and all your children shall follow!