As you would perhaps expect, Mopey takes a sober and analytical approach to the subject of motivation. I mean, at least at first. But that’s as good as it ever gets, anyway. Nobody takes an analytical approach all the way through to the end, that’s just not how humans work.

Having been brought back from the edge of death to close to the edge of death by the Colonel’s motivational speech (or perhaps his inspiring example of breaking with tradition), Mopey takes stock. Using a mental set of scales apparently stolen from Yu-Gi-Oh, she assesses, quite correctly, that the bags of money and the bags of happiness should count toward having some motivation. She’s seen and experienced the value and usefulness of money many, many times throughout her life, after all. And while she’s rarely seen and never experienced happiness, she’s read a couple of reviews that were uniform in rating it five stars out of five.

That was easy, but it gets more complicated when the death of all of humanity is the issue. Do you rate it that as a net positive or a net negative? How do you calculate the rate between the loss of the people that actually are a loss and the loss of the people that aren’t? Should we expect someone like Mopey to have a very long list of people that she’d consider a net loss? Would her own loss be a loss to her?

The current iteration of Mopey is understandably struggling to find an answer…fortunately, the former iteration of Mopey still lives within her, and she shifts the scales decisively in the other direction. Burn, Lillytown, burn!

More on Thursday.