The princess hands off her tuba to one of the Jestbamas who begins blowing the mighty instrument with great presidential authority. She whispers through her weed haze… please don't leave me, jester. But it's too late, you're already gone. This pleases the phantom Laurie in the background who urges her to kiss your corpse, promising that it will generate another tulpa somewhere on a magical moon.
You can't take anymore of his shitty lore, it just doesn't belong here. There's too much lore as it is… maybe that's why he's such a nasty villain? He's trying to overcrowd the story with superfluous lore. You've decided this makes him history's greatest monster. You don't even care if this version of yourself gets resurrected, you're sure some more incoherent nonsense will transpire to keep the story moving forward.
You begin thinking maybe you're wasting your time trying to make sense of this story in some linear fashion. You decide to skip to the end and see what happens.