Bro, I've pulled out of Alpha. All good things come to an end, and this party is wrapping up. The feast is over, and all that's left are the scraps—total chaos everywhere. The smart traders have already filled up and quietly exited. You're still at the table, clanging your chopsticks, hoping for one more delicious dish, but what you're really gonna get is the hefty tab for this party. Someone's gotta foot the bill, and this time, it's you.