Gweg woke up and wandered into the front room of the apartment.
The only light in the room was emanating from the digital clock. Gweg looked, it was 5:30 in the morning.
The lamp next to the couch suddenly came on, Gweg ducked his head and brought his hands to his eyes.
Gweg: Ow! What the hell?
Satyr was sitting on the couch. He removed his hand from the lamp and picked up a notebook that was sitting next to it. He held it up for Gweg to see.
Gweg: What's that?
Satyr: Today's itinerary.
Gweg: Is this about your Abortion-Mobile? I'm not going to have any part in that. It's caused enough trouble already.
Satyr: That's what I need to talk to you about. You see, Gweg, I've been going over our history together and I've come to a conclusion: You're bad luck.
Gweg started to object.
Satyr: Let me finish. Every time I come up with an idea, you always mess it up. And, it's almost always intentional. The sad fact is, you don't have what it takes to be my partner on my projects. You never have. Don't get me wrong, you're a great roommate and I like you, we just can't hang out outside this apartment anymore.
Gweg didn't know what to say. Was Satyr really not going to drag him into his crazy schemes anymore? Was he finally free?
Satyr: I can see you're stunned. It's ok. I'm not saying I'm going to stop being your friend, I'm just saying, "stay the fuck out of my way".
Gweg: You got it. You know what this is? This is like handing me a "Get Out Of Jail Free" card. The fact that you are no longer going to take me down with you just made my day. A terrible burden has just been lifted from my shoulders.
Satyr: Oh, I'm so glad I've released you from your prison, Gweg. Need I remind you, that your life would be a void of excitement, a boring existence of anything that is fun and dangerous?
Gweg: If I want fun, I'll play a video game. If I want excitement, I'll go on a roller-coaster. Your idea of those things is the very definition of insanity and madness.
Satyr: Fine. You live the mundane life if you please, I'll be living the life of a god. Except, I'm not going to "passover" anybody. Today is going to be a busy and important day.
Satyr held up his notebook to emphasize his point.
Gweg: Fine. I'm not going to get in your way. You go on and plague society with your existence, I'll be getting on with my life.
Gweg went back into his room. Satyr smiled and opened up his notebook.
He crossed out the first line.
An hour and a half later, Satyr drove to his auto body repair shop. His security guard, Michell, was already waiting for him there.
Satyr: We ready to go?
Mitchell: Yes sir.
Satyr: Good. We'll go straight to the park, the camera crew is already set up.
Mitchell: Are you sure filming this commercial in the park is a good idea?
Satyr put his arm around Mitchell's shoulder.
Satyr: Mitch, what did I hire you do?
Mitchell: To provide security for you and your "vehicle".
Satyr: That's right. Now, what part of that does questioning me fall under?
Mitchell: I'm just concerned that the area might not be secure.
Satyr: That's why I got you. I hired you because you were the best, I'll even let that little mishap, the one where that cop got the best of you, slide.
Mitchell: Yes sir.
Satyr: Good. You took it for a drive last night, right? I need to make sure you can handle this beauty.
Mitchell: I'm good to go.
Satyr: Let's head to the park.
Satyr and Mitchell got into the Abortion-Mobile And took off.
Gweg woke back up. He went into the front room, only to find it empty. Satyr had headed out.
Gweg picked up the phone.
Gweg: Hello Sara, it's me.
Sara: Hi Gweg.
Gweg: Satyr is going to be out all day if you want to come over.
Sara: Yeah. I need to be with someone. I'll be over in half an hour.
Gweg hung up. Despite himself, he found that he was incredibly attracted to Sara. The very thought that she was once with Satyr, let alone had his child, caused a shiver to go down his spine.
But, Gweg was willing to look past all of that. She was young and Satyr does have a certain way of talking people into doing things. Gweg knew that all too well.
Gweg got dressed and waited for Sara to arrive.
Satyr and Mitchell arrived at the park.
There was a film crew set up. One of the crewmen motioned Mitchell do drive the Abortion-Mobile onto the grass.
Satyr: Go ahead, I rented the park for this morning.
Mitchell: You rented the park?
Satyr: I just said that, didn't I? Were doing the commercial here, live.
Mitchell: A live commercial, you didn't tell me about this.
Satyr: Do we have to have another talk about your role here? I don't have to clear everything with you. Just shut up and do what I tell you.
Mitchell parked the Abortion-Mobile on the grass. They both got out.
Satyr: Mitch, you keep your eyes out, I don't want anyone interrupting this.
Satyr looked over at the crewmen and shouted.
Satyr: Where's Vince?
Vince raised up his hand.
Mitchell: Is that who I think it is?
Satyr: Yes, it's the Sham-Wow Guy.
Vince walked over to Satyr and shook his hand.
Vince: So, are we ready to do this or what? I got to catch a flight back to New York.
Satyr: I'm ready. Are you?
Vince: Who do you think you're talking to here? I do this stuff in my sleep. I got your script, memorized it and made a couple changes.
Satyr got right up into Vince's face.
Satyr: Listen here, you pointy-haired, schizoid, Willem Defoe looking motherfucker. This is my show, I call the shots, I make the necessary changes. Not you. Just because you wear some gay ass headset, it doesn't mean you've managed to sprout a sense of authority. Now here's some infomercial you might understand, I've got Billy Mays on standby. That's right. And I'll bring him down here so fast, you'll think Lord Xenu beamed him down here himself. You following me, Sham-Wow guy? I have had all I can take from people's mouths today, so the next time you give me lip, you'll be loving my nuts. Got it?
Vince: Ok, I have my way of doing things, you got yours. We'll do it your way.
Satyr: Glad to hear it.
Satyr walked away from Vince and went up to the camera crew.
Satyr: You guys set up? We do this in half an hour.
They nodded. Satyr was directing and producing this commercial. In 30 minutes, the world will be introduced to The Abortion-Mobile.
Sara arrived at Gweg's.
Sara: Thanks for having me over, Gweg.
Gweg: It's my pleasure.
Sara: The last time I was here...
She trailed off.
Gweg hugged her and led her over to the couch.
Gweg: It's ok. Let it out if you have to.
Sara held it back.
Sara: I'm sorry. I've done enough crying the past two days.
Gweg: You lost your daughter, is there such a thing as enough crying?
Sara: I guess you're right. So, he's not going to be back soon, is he.
Gweg: No. He's got his whole day planned out. He's taking his little project to the streets today. He's cut me off from all of his plans, thank God.
Sara: I'm surprised you ever went along with him before. You two seem like polar opposites.
Gweg thought hard about his response.
Gweg: I don't know. I never had any real friends. No one ever wanted to hang out with me. And with Satyr, he treated me like he had known me his whole life. Like, the very fact that he had met me, it automatically meant that I was his buddy. So, I stuck around. And the stuff he did, yes, I hated it, but I wasn't confident enough to stop him. I should have. He needs to be stopped.
Sara: I know what you mean. He has a way of making you feel real special, or real small, depending on what his mood is.
Gweg: Yeah. So, what do you want to do today?
Sara: I want to take my mind off things. Let's watch some TV.
Gweg turned on the TV. Satyr's DVR was recording something.
Gweg: What is this? That looks like the park.
Sara: That's the Sham-Wow guy.
Gweg turned up the volume.
Vince on the TV:
Hey, Vince here, live from Frank Mackey Memorial Park. I know what you're thinking, "What am I doing here in a park?". Well I'm here to show you something that's not only going to revolutionize your life, but it's going to change the whole world. What could that be, right? Well, walk with me over here and I'll show you what it is. No, your eyes are not deceiving you here. You are looking at the world's first portable abortion clinic, The Abortion-Mobile. Yes, it's so portable and convenient, you'll wonder why it took this long to create it.
Vince opened up that back.
Vince:
Let's take a tour. Look at this. This is stainless steal. It's always clean. The whole Abortion-Mobile is like this. You're not going to find this in your run-of-the-mill abortion clinics, you know. You go there, there's always dirt and grime, you'd just as soon go home and grab yourself a coat hanger. Listen, The Abortion-Mobile eliminates all of that. Look at this bed. This is where it's done.
Vince hops on the bed.
Vince:
See, this is comfortable. You could fall asleep on this thing. Makes me wish I was a woman so I could get an abortion here. You are not going to get this level of comfort anywhere else. So what's going to stop you, huh? If you got that unwanted up and coming visitor and you want to make sure they don't get to their scheduled destination, then hop aboard the Abortion-Mobile. You'll be staying right where you are while your unwelcome friend gets a ride somewhere else.
Vince got out of the Abortion-Mobile and walked next to its side.
Vince:
That's right. You don't come to the Abortion-Mobile, it comes to you. You're busy, I'm busy, the whole world's busy. You don't have the time or the money for a kid. So, who are you going to call. Not the Ghostbusters, that fetus ain't a ghost, yet. You need to call the Baby Busters. You call them, they come to you. Or flag them over as they are out cruising the streets. The only way you're going to get an easier abortion is if you fall down a flight of stairs.
The Abortion-Mobile. You hump and we dump. You bring it in, we'll take it out. We'll pluck it and chuck it. We'll stick it and flick it. We'll stab it and nab it. What do you got to lose, besides your baby? The experience you'll get here will be so enjoyable, you'll run out and get pregnant again, just so you can enjoy the experience all over again. The Abortion-Mobile. No fetus can beat us, so what are you waiting for, call this number now!
A phone number flashed on the screen.
Gweg gripped the armrest on the couch.
Sara: Oh my god.
Gweg: He's gone too far with this.
Sara: You should stop him.
Gweg: What?
Sara: We should both do it. What he's doing is...well, it's just wrong. We need to go out there and convince him to give this up.
Gweg: You know that'll never happen. We have to find other people to convince him this is a bad idea. You want to go for a drive?
Sara: You really want to do this?
Gweg: Yes. You're right. I've let him get away with far too much. Today, I change that.
Sara: Let's go.
Sara and Gweg got into her car and headed towards the park.
After the commercial was over, the camera crew packed up and left. Dr. Wicklund and his nurse arrived soon after that.
Dr. Wicklund: I saw the commercial! Brilliant! That guy knows how to sell a product, I'll tell you that. Even though this baby practically sells itself.
Satyr: I'm just glad to have you along, Doc. Shall we begin?
Dr. Wicklund: Yes, let's go find our first patient to christen this beauty.
They all boarded the Abortion-Mobile. Mitchell and Satyr climbed into the cab. Mitchell drove.
Satyr: I'm going to load our route into the GPS here. You go ahead and take us out. And turn on the music.
Mitchell flipped a switch. A speaker that sat on top of the cab started blaring "Rock-A-Bye Baby."
Satyr: Phone's on and we're good to go. I feel real good about this, don't you? Don't answer that. I know what your feelings are on this, but I'm glad you put them aside. You'll eventually see that I'm doing humanity a favor with this. Think about all of those teenage girls that are unfit to raise a family. And don't give me that adoption crap. These girl are too stubborn to go for that. They think they can handle the kid themselves. It's a fad. These girls see one of their friends get pregnant, and they think, "I got to get in on that. That bitch ain't going to one up me." Look at that stupid whore that had the octuplets. She's the epitome of what I'm talking about. This, the Abortion-Mobile, is going to be the cure for all that. All it takes is one girl to get an abortion in this thing, and then the other lemmings will follow her over the cliff.
Mitchell: You have a point there, sir. I still have my reservations.
Satyr: Reservations are for Indians and people with dinner plans. Just go with the flow here. You. Are. Going. To. Be. Rich.
Mitchell: Yes sir.
They drove around a few blocks. Satyr then found what he was looking for.
Satyr: There, on your left, some one's flagging us down!
Satyr opened the door behind them.
Satyr: Yo Wicklund! Heads up! We got a customer.
Mitchell parked the Abortion-Mobile. Satyr got out and greeted the girl.
Satyr: Hello miss. My name Virtue L. Satyr. You may call me Satyr. You don't have to tell me your name, in fact, I insist that you don't. So, you are here to partake in our services, yes?
The girl nodded.
Satyr: Good. Follow me to the back here and we'll get you prepped up.
Satyr opened the back of the truck. He lowered down the stairs and walked the girl up into the back.
Satyr: I got a couple of forms for you to fill here. Just records we need to keep. Since you are our first customer, you'll get half off. Where it says name, you can just put down anything.
The girl took the form and filled it out.
Satyr: Ok, KillerDevdasi, let's get that little rascal out of there.
The operation was a total success. KillerDevdasi thanked them and walked back into her house.
Satyr: That went off without a hitch. It's a good sign. And Doc. You genius. Putting this cold storage unit in here for the fetuses. Or is it feti?
Dr. Wicklund: Either way is fine my friend. Yes, we'll have no problem selling them off to science labs. Stem cell research is back with a bang after all.
Satyr held up the freshly plucked fetus and kissed it.
Satyr: You are the new cash cow. Trust me, you are going to do more here than you ever would had you actually been born.
He threw it into the storage unit.
Satyr: Let's go get some more.
The Abortion-Mobile took off.
The occupants didn't know they were being followed by two people in a car.
Gweg: Well, he got his first customer.
Sara: Unbelievable.
Gweg: It was to be expected. Some of these girls today can't handle responsibility. And here comes Satyr with his quick solution. As long as these girls have someone to bail them out whenever they get into trouble, nothing is going to stop them from doing it again.
Sara: How many people have you got together now?
Gweg: The last woman I talked to said she could get 5 people to join her. That makes around 23.
Sara: Good. When are they going to strike?
Gweg: Let's give them another hour to get fully organized. I've got my cell phone GPS tracker on so they can find us.
Sara: Hopefully he doesn't get anymore customers.
Well, much to their chagrin, Satyr managed to pick up 5 more customers within that hour.
Mitchell: I still don't think you should have charged that woman double for for her twins.
Satyr: Sorry, I don't run 2 for the price of 1 deals. Heh. Five women all within a 2 mile block. We must be in the whore section of town. I need to mark this on the map.
Mitchell: For future customers?
Satyr: Yeah, that too. Sweet, another customer. Park in her driveway.
Mitchell parked the Abortion-Mobile into the girl's driveway. Satyr stepped out and greeted her.
Satyr: Hello miss. And welcome to the Abortion-Mobile! Is this your first abortion?
Girl: Nope. I get one twice a year.
Satyr: Excellent. Fill out this form. No need to put your real name. After you're finished, hand the form back to me and I'll stamp you as a valued customer.
The girl filled out the form and gave it back to Satyr.
Satyr: Let's see, Miss Fugg Less? Well, if you did that, you probably wouldn't be here right now, would you?
Fuggless: What you mean?
Satyr: Nothing. You're in your first trimester I see. We'll charge you 400 Dollars.
Fuggless handed Satyr the money.
Satyr: Follow me dear, let's get that little bastard out of there.
Fuggless was laid out on the table. Dr. Wicklund's nurse spread her legs and prepped her for the surgery.
Satyr couldn't stop looking.
Fuggless: What you looking at? Ain't never seen one of those before?
Satyr: I'm just waiting for Batman to pop out there.
Fuggless: Let's get this over with. My 3 o'clock boyfriend is coming over.
Dr. Wicklund moved in to make the procedure.
Mitchell yelled back from the cab.
Mitchell: Boss! Hold up! We got company.
Satyr: Wait a minute.
Satyr made his way up to the cab.
Satyr: What is it?
Mitchell pointed outside.
Satyr saw five cars parking along the street. People poured out of the cars, each holding a sign.
Satyr: What's this shit?
Mitchell: Protesters.
The protesters gathered around the Abortion-Mobile. They started to chant.
Protesters: KILLING BABIES IS A CRIME TO GOD! THE ABORTION-MOBILE MUST BE STOPPED!
Satyr: That doesn't even rhyme!
Mitchell: What should I do sir?
Satyr: We have to get out of here. Run them over if you have to!
Mitchell: Most of them are women.
Satyr: So. If they're pregnant and we make them miscarry, we'll send them a bill.
Satyr laughed.
Mitchell started up the engine and backed out. He managed to hit a few of the protesters.
Three doors down from the house, Gweg and Sara were watching from her car.
Gweg: He just hit those women.
Sara: He ran over one. They're taking off!
Gweg: Follow them.
Sara started her car and drove after them.
Gweg yelled out the window at the protesters.
Gweg: Make sure everyone's ok! We're going after them.
Satyr: Good work. You're really earning your money now.
Mitchell: I feel sick.
Satyr patted him on the back and yelled through the door behind him.
Satyr: Don't worry. We'll find a secure location and do the abortion. As far as you go, Fugly, you're on your own getting back home.
Mitchell: We have a situation sir.
Satyr: What now?
Mitchell: We're being followed.
Satyr looked in his side mirror.
Satyr: Who the hell is that? I'm going to the back.
Satyr got up and headed to the back. He got to the back door and opened it.
Satyr: Son of a bitch. It's my ex! And Gweg's with her!
In the car, Gweg and Sara saw Satyr shake his fists at them.
Gweg: Be careful, he's going to try something.
Sara: Don't worry. I'm a good driver.
Satyr turned around and faced Dr. Wicklund.
Satyr: I need something to throw at them.
Dr. Wicklund: We don't have anything expendable. This is million dollars worth of equipment.
Satyr went over to the storage.
Dr. Wicklund: Not those! We need those to sell.
Satyr: I guess we'll have to work double time tomorrow.
Satyr grabbed a fetus.
Gweg: He's coming back to the door.
Sara: He's holding something in his hand.
Gweg: Yeah. He's going to throw it.
Satyr threw the object and it landed on the windshield.
Sara: OH MY GOD!
Gweg: That fucking bastard.
The fetus had stuck to the windshield and started to slide down. Sara automatically hit her wipers. It made a trail of blood and goo. She hit the mist and got some off it off.
Satyr: Damn it. I need a bigger one. Wicklund! Hand me that 6 month one!
Dr. Wicklund: No! This is reprehensible!
Satyr: What the fuck is the matter with all of you? We're in an Abortion-Mobile! This is not the place for you two to start sprouting ethics and morals!
Satyr went over to the storage and reached in, grabbing all of the fetuses.
Gweg: He's coming back. Oh shit!
Satyr launched another fetus. Sara swerved in time. Another fetus hit the hood. It bounced off and left a bloody imprint.
Sara got into the other lane. Satyr threw another one that got caught on the mirror on the passenger side. The flimsy fetus blew in the wind, bits and pieces flying off.
Gweg: I'm going to be sick.
Satyr tossed another one. It hit the windshield too. It was much bigger than the last one. Sara hit her windshield again. One of the blades got stuck under the fetus. Gweg could here a sickening squishy sound as blade tried to get free. The fetus' head rolled over.
Sara: It's looking at me!
Sara swerved back into the other lane. The two fetuses that were struck fell off.
Satyr had two left, he threw them at the same time. One of them hit the road. Sara ran over it. They both heard a popping sound as the tire went over it. The other one landed on the hood, sliding up towards the windsheild. Sara tried to swerve the car, but it wasn't moving.
The way the wind was hitting it made the illusion that it was alive. Sara screamed out in terror.
Satyr called back.
Satyr: I'm out! I need another one. Hurry up and give that bitch her abortion!
Dr. Wicklund: I'm not performing an abortion in a moving vehicle!
Satyr: Why not?
Dr. Wicklund: I could hurt her.
Satyr walked back to the table and gave Wicklund an angry look.
Satyr: "I could hurt her." Doc, who cares? She's just a walking sperm bank. She's not really a human.
Dr. Wicklund: I took the Hippocratic Oath.
Satyr rolled his eyes.
Satyr: Fine. Here girl, let me help you to your feet. At a girl. You paid in advance right?
Fuggless nodded.
Satyr good.
Satyr led her over to the door and pushed her out into the street.
Sara wasn't able to swerve in time. She saw Satyr bring the girl to the door and she wouldn't let herself to believe that Satyr was going to do it.
That mistake cost her.
She ran over Fuggless. The body got caught underneath the engine and caused the car to die.
Sara and Gweg ran out. Gweg got to his knees and looked under the car. What he saw made him wince, maybe even more so that the onslaught of fetuses.
Gweg: She's dead.
Sara: Are you sure?
Gweg looked at the girl's body under the engine, then over at the girl's head, which was by the rear tire.
Gweg: Yeah.
Sara: Fuck! I killed her. I killed her!
Gweg: No you didn't. Satyr did. Here, come over here and sit on the sidewalk. I'll call the police.
Satyr couldn't stop laughing.
Satyr: That showed them.
Dr. Wicklund: You just killed that poor girl.
Satyr: She was already dead on the inside.
Dr. Wicklund: How will you explain this to the police?
Satyr shrugged his shoulders.
Satyr: She fell.
Dr. Wicklund: I am no longer going to provide my services.
Satyr: What? You told me this was your dream come true!
Dr. Wicklund: It was. The abortion clinics these days are a mess. The women who go there are made to feel inferior. They are made to feel like they are doing something wrong. I stand by a woman's right to choose. This was going to be an opportunity to give women an experience that wasn't like going to a morgue.
Satyr looked at Wicklund, unimpressed.
Satyr: Wow, Doc, that's really inspirational. Let me tell you something. I made this to exploit the weakness of society so I could make money. I don't care about these women or their dead kids. You ever think that abortion clinics were that way to deter them from doing it again.? But, it doesn't work. Why? Because those women are retarded.
The Abortion-Mobile pulled to the side of the road and stopped.
Satyr: We got a customer Mitch?
Mitchell stepped out from the cab.
Mitchell: No. I stopped because I'm quitting too.
Satyr: What?
Mitchell: Your money is not worth this. I'm no longer going to abandon my ethics for you..
Satyr began to say something, but there was a pounding on the back door.
Satyr opened it. A teenage girl was standing there.
Teenage Girl: This is the Abortion-Mobile, right?
Satyr smiled and looked past the girl towards the horizon.
The smile dropped from his face.
Satyr: Hurry up and get in!
Gweg was talking to a police officer.
Gweg: Yes. It's a huge U-Haul Truck. It's dressed up with pictures of babies and has "Abortion-Mobile" written across it.
Officer: And can you describe the four people you said was inside?
Before Gweg could answer him, a call came in on the officer's radio.
*Attention All Officers! We Have A Possible 404 On The Corners Of Roe And Wade. We Need All Available Units to Head There Now. Be Advised A Small Group Of Civilains Have Attacked A Large Truck*
The officer responded to the dispatcher.
He turned back to Gweg and Sara.
Officer: I have to head over there. It sounds like your abortion-mobile is under attack. I'll have another unit come to pick you up.
The Officer took off.
Gweg looked Sara over.
Gweg: How are you doing?
Sara: I'm still shook up.
Gweg: Sounds like the protesters found him.
Sara: Good.
Gweg: I'm sorry your day turned out like this.
Sara: It's not your fault. Besides, today was the first day I didn't feel completely hollow. Since Valerie died, I felt like I lost my purpose for being. I didn't feel that way today. Have you ever felt like that?
Gweg knew exactly what she was talking about. He felt the same way too.
Gweg: Yes. You no longer feel useless. Helpless.
Sara: Exactly.
Gweg looked at her and saw that she was shivering. He put his arm around her and held her closer to him.
She didn't pull away.
The air was filled the noise of sirens. Gweg knew where they were headed to.
20 minutes later, another cop pulled up. The officer got out and opened the doors for them.
Officer: Sorry for the delay. The attack on that truck was a real mess. All four people inside were killed.
Gweg: What?
Officer: Yeah. The ones that attacked you. You said there were four people. The driver, a doctor and his nurse, and the owner?
Gweg: Yes.
Officer: Well, we found four bodies. They were burnt pretty bad. One of the protesters had brought gasoline. The abortion-mobile is completely destroyed.
Gweg couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Satyr was dead.
Gweg: Thank you. Let's get her home first.
The Officer drove them to Sara's house.
Before she got out, she turned to Gweg.
Sara: Thank you for being there for me.
Gweg: Anytime.
Sara: I really mean it. You are a blessing. I hope we can spend more time with each other. And, I hate to say it, since Satyr is dead, we won't be having any more adventures.
She laughed nervously. So did Gweg.
Gweg: That's fine with me.
Sara got out if the car and waved goodbye to Gweg.
The officer took Gweg home.
Gweg walked up the stairs to his apartment. He still hadn't allowed the reality of Satyr's death to sink in.
Gweg unlocked his door and stepped into the darkened front room. He flipped the light switch to the overhead light.
The light didn't come on.
Instead, the lamp next to the couch did.
Gweg rubbed his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Gweg: Satyr! They said you were dead.
Satyr sat on the couch, staring a hole through Gweg.
Satyr: You are not that lucky, Gweg. Eveyone else died. Mitch, the doc, his nurse, and that poor unfortunate girl who wanted to give us a Bible so we would stop sinning. The protesters didn't believe she wasn't just another pregnant girl.
Gweg: How did you get away?
Satyr: I'm going to spare you the details of that. I just want you to know one thing: You have fucked me over for the last time. This morning, you said you'd stay out of my way. You said you no longer wanted any part of what I was doing. You lied, Gweg. Instead, you and that shrew, decided to chase after me, like you were Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Whatever happens in the future, I want you to remember, you brought the fight to me. I have no choice but to retaliate. You destroyed months worth of work. I put a lot of money into the Abortion-Mobile and you and your little gang of do-gooders ruined it.
Satyr got up and pointed at Gweg.
Satyr: This is not over. This is war.
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