Setting a trap to take down the last few members of the gang had gotten Fat Jake, who was skinny as a laser and hence the name, on their ghoulish dining table. The Morlocks’ turn for revenge. Two Bears had taken a knife in the belly busting the rival ganger free from their funtable, and Jake lost an ear but kept his life. Together they slaughtered the rest of the go-gang, saving the mage boss for last, a motherfragging insect shaman. The screaming freak unleashed some flying things like hornet-bats or something, but couldn’t survive the big batch of fire-death from the packages of CIO plastique they brought along. It was a rocking party. Would have made a hell of a trid-of-the-week.