Anything that makes PD cry automatically justifies itself. 
I was just bummed I missed out on the party that led up to all of this.
It was pretty sordid, actually. We started drinking at 8PM...By 10PM, the fatass neighbor decided to look over the wall and complain about the screaming and strange noises. He won't do that again, any time soon, I think. By 11PM, I was out of my head with the combo of pills and booze, and by 1-2AM, I was spouting prophecy between bouts of puking. Then I fell asleep for 26 hours.