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New York City. One of the greatest cities in the United States, one with millions of people, a place where anything could happen. New York City is a place where anyone can start over, whether coming from a foreign country or even another city.

You're probably wondering why this is all being brought up. Well, friends, here is why...

Barney Stinson is a womanizer who has lived in New York for years, a man who appears to have it all. A high paying job, an ability to get a woman in bed with him in ten seconds flat, the expensive suits, and a great group of friends. But deep down, he had a very dark secret.

"You people don't know opera!" Ted Mosby shouted to his friends while sitting in their usual booth at MacLarens Pub with his friends Marshall Eriksen, Lily Aldrin, and Robin Scherbatsky.

"Well, none of us are as lame as you are," Barney said before taking a swig of his scotch. "Take me, for instance. Why do you think I don't go to operas? It's because I'm awesome. Awesome people like me don't go to operas, what up!"

Ted rolled his eyes as Barney raised his right hand up in the air for a high five, which went unslapped. "You just don't know art," he said.

Everyone at the table made farting sounds. They always did this whenever Ted got into something that bored them. In other words, anything that was intellectual.

"Knock it off!" cried Ted. "Someday I'll find someone who appreciates art and leisure as much as I do!"

"In the meantime," said Marshall. "You're stuck with us, which means..."

Fart noises sounded by everyone but Ted, who stared at them, irritated.

Robin began to change the subject. "So I heard that Captain Hammer is now in New York," she said. "Metro News One has been getting reports on him and I gotta tell you, he's gotten better. He's made a great comeback since being defeated by Dr. Horrible."

"Hey, speaking of which, whatever happened to Dr. Horrible, anyway?" asked Ted.

"He's been with that evil league since Captain Hammer was defeated," Marshall quickly answered. "But lately, Dr. Horrible disappeared from them."

"Ugh, he's been following this for days!" Lily said, rolling her eyes. "Marshall's been scouring the news for Captain Hammer and Dr. Horrible."

"Please, I've been researching this," Marshall corrected his wife. "And it's not just the news, but also Twitter, Facebook, the internet..."

"...Why do you think Dr. Horrible is so great?" asked Robin while Marshall continued to list his resources. "He's just a moron with goggles who thinks he's a doctor because he's horrible at everything. I don't even think he has a Ph.D."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Barney blurted out in defense.

Everyone at the table paused and drank in silence.

Barney stood up and stretched. "I'm out. Actually tired tonight," he said. "See you guys later."

With that, he walked out of the pub and began to walk in the dark streets. The streets were bustling as always, with cars, people, animals. Lights flickered from signs and traffic. The wind blew through Barney's blonde hair as he walked.

"I have a Ph.D in horribleness," he said to himself, pulling out a pair of goggles and putting them on his head, looking out to the dark sky.