Chapter 4/transcript

***During a cloudy morning in the neighbourhood, the streets are quiet.***

 Outside of town hall, Mayor Rogelio Cornflakes stands at a podium at the top of the steps, preparing to address a crowd of townspeople with a public announcement. His closest advisors are standing with him, including:

 His chief of staff, Joe (Mama), who has a settled look of eternal disgust on his face.

 His bodyguard, Monkey, who is standing by his side armed with an uzi. He is currently high.

 Doctor Richard Reeves, who is currently munching on potato chips.

 And Sy Cotic, the high school principal.

 Rogelio clears his throat.

 “good people of the neighbourhood… our town has been in panic recently, things have been happening very quickly”

 Terry exits his apartment with a cardboard box of his belongings. He locks the door with the key and begins to walk down the hall.

 “as you all are well aware, baghead was sighted here in our town after his recent prison break... but i can confirm, after days of searching, that no further action will need to be taken, for he was obviously passing through”

 Richard looks over with a frown, doubtful. The crowd all exchange looks and a few words.

 Terry stops at the reception desk in his apartment building, and returns his key, before exiting the building with merely his box of belongings, not looking back once.

 “...in addition to this, our town vigilante and local resident, candy callum, is to turn himself in to the police by the end of the day, or forceful action will be taken... this is in response to the misconduct he has demonstrated in his...”

 Rogelio stops speaking for a moment, struggling to spit out what is far from the truth.

 “...break in at the midnight club, where he was caught trying to steal from mister big”

 Richard frowns further, and the crowd all gasp.

 “due to his unknown whereabouts... i urge that he turn himself in, and that if any citizen may see him, they report him to the police so that he may be taken in to pay for his crimes, and be sent back to the citadel to face an official investigation…”

 Abysmal is walking around his club, assessing all of the damages he will now have to account for. As he passes by the broken furniture, damages to the wall and ceiling, he frowns.

 Looking down at his clipboard, he sees replacing everything will cost up to $12,000. He lowers the clipboard hopelessly and approaches his counter, picking up the latest newspaper, where his own comedy club is in the headline. ‘ABYSMAL Comedy Club Trashed by Baghead’. He angrily sets the paper down.

 Rogelio looks out to the crowd, who are all visibly shocked.

 “i thank you all for listening to my announcement... and I urge everyone to stop worrying about baghead, if he returns again, he will be dealt with swiftly.”

 The crowd all disperse slowly, and Rogelio hangs his head in shame.

 Monkey looks over at his distressed companion, though he decides to leave him alone and head inside with the rest of the council.

 ***Later in the day, Richard is walking through his laboratory, holding a tray with a cup of tea on it. He walks on through to a spare bedroom in the back of the building.***

 Candy Callum is sitting on the bed. His hand has bandages in place of where a chunk of it had broken off. He also has stitches around the crack on his torso.

 On the TV, Sacha Anoose is reporting for the Neighbourhood News, interviewing chief of police, Quenton Steel.

 “so assuming the fugitive candy callum does not turn himself in to the police, what action will the force be taking to catch this rogue vigilante?”

 “well... we’ll have to begin actively searching for him until we can conclude he has fled town, in which case it is out of our control. we hope he’ll make this easy for everyone and turn himself in. i will say this though, if anyone does see candy callum, you should report him to authorities immediately, do not approach him, he is armed and dangerous. i am also led to believe he is mentally unstable, still grieving the death of his creator”

 “ahhhh i see... so how do you plan to catch candy callum if you come face to face with him?”

 “well... we have a variety of equipment at our disposal--”

 “yes yes but... if he runs... how do you--- catch him?”

 “well we’d-- pursue him obviously-”

 “you are chubby, very big, how can you catch what is more agile than you?”

 “excuse me?”

 “and we’ll take a quick break right there”

 Callum switches off the TV and sighs.

 “they are already putting more effort into searching for me than they did for baghead when he was sighted”

 Richard places the tea next to Callum’s bed and takes a seat on a chair, which is struggling to hold his weight.

 “i thank you for everything doctor reeves, i do not know where i’d be right now without you”

 “mr twix was one of my best friends, it would hurt me too much to let the mafia win this round, you might just be the last hope remaining for exposing them… i was lucky to find you when i did... you were in bad shape when i spotted you stumbling through the streets, you wouldn’t have lasted with your injuries”

 Callum looks down at his cracked torso and missing hand.

 “i have done what i can to stop them from getting worse for the time being, and i’m working on trying to figure out how i can replace that missing hand of yours and perform some proper surgery to seal the crack in your body for good”

 “you mean it can be helped?”

 “luckily you’re a candy cane, so yes, it can be helped, but you need to be seriously careful before this procedure is done... that means no crazy antics, you’re still at high risk of facing further damage, which could be permanent”

 “i understand, but i can't just sit here, especially when its putting you at risk, you are aiding a fugitive, if they find out-”

 “i am doing what is right, because i know you will do what is right to fix this and stop mister big once and for all”

 “he and his mafia have been in control of this town for too long... but i know i cannot beat them alone, i’ve learned that much... i need to assemble a team, and i have a few ideas”

 “there is someone i can point you in the direction of, someone who will help you”

 “who?”

 ***Now standing, Callum adjusts to the pain in his torso and looks over at Richard.***

 The two are standing outside, just behind Richard’s laboratory on the side of the road. Richard kneels down by a manhole and begins to lift off the cover, placing the plate gently on the ground next to him.

 “are you serious, i thought you told me to take it easy”

 “it's just a sewer, are you afraid of a little muck, so long as you don't engage in a battle with a sewer alligator i’m sure you’ll be fine”

 “a... a sewer alligator?”

 “yes they roam around down there, but fear not, my friend will have you covered, i trust him with my life, just like how mr. twix trusted you, his name is vibe shark... he is my creation, and he chooses to live down in the sewers in his vibe lair, just tell him i sent you, and if that isn’t enough, your motivations against the mafia will be”

 “why aren’t you coming?”

 “i’m needed at town hall, and i’m going to do my best to help mayor rogelio... right now he’s being held on a leash by mister big, used as a pawn to help him control the town, there’s no other explanation for his sudden turn on you, especially considering the reported crime is that you tried to steal from mister big... now get going, if you stay out here too long, someone might spot you”

 Callum looks down the manhole and gulps.

 ***At the abandoned nuclear plant, Baghead is walking through the facility with his hands behind his back.***

 Carson is walking alongside him.

 “fortunately, the attention on you has shifted for the time being, people in this town seem to have settled on the idea you’ve already left, we may not need to rush out of here so quickly after all, its less likely than it was before that anyone will find our base here”

 “and what exactly are the townspeople focused on now?”

 “ironically, the vigilante that chased us from the bank”

 “hah! oh how i love when the tables turn... what else?”

 “well… our search for transport remains unsuccessful, how we’re going to get to the bedrock border to access the lands beyond without being caught during our journey by vigilantes of the citadel remains a mystery”

 “i thought i had a helicopter!”

 “well you do... but you sacrificed the pilot scotty during the bank heist when you threw him off the golf buggy... nobody else knows how to fly that thing”

 “so then we’ll kidnap someone who does”

 “even if we had a pilot, the helicopter is not going to have enough fuel to travel across multiple regions, we’d be lucky if it even got us out of biggie falls”

 Baghead, becoming more and more frustrated, lifts his melted chocolate launcher up off a nearby table. Breathing heavily, he aims it toward the nearest wall.

 “GODDAMMIT!”

 He fires a bullet from the launcher, which explodes on impact off of the wall, splattering boiling melted chocolate everywhere.

 A nearby henchman dabs his finger in it to have a taste, though it severely burns him. He screams.

 “i need a way to get beyond the fucking border! i need allies, and at this point, my best hope is to uncover whoever or whatever lives in those uncharted lands”

 “a few of the remaining men have been talking, some suggest perhaps the society, from the land of darkness, could be of aid, being that they have a history of not getting on well with the rest of the world, or the vigilantes of the citadel”

 “the dark kingdom… no…”

 “... but it's ruled by the infamously feared lord commixtio, he’s started wars with the other regions in the past, he’s tried to takeover--”

 “do not speak his name to me, he is a coward and has no backbone… he is not who you perceive him to be…”

 “well uh... if the dark kingdom is ruled out, we’re really running out of options, sir…”

 “keep looking, so long as we now have the time and there’s less heat on us, we will succeed…”

 Baghead walks off toward his office.

 Carson sighs.

 ***While trudging through the sewers as cautiously as possible, Candy Callum overhears a loud crash. A gang of sewer alligators emerge from around the corner, spotting Callum. They begin to snap their jaws.***

 Gatorg, a cyborg sewer alligator, is leading the pack. His cybernetic eye begins to scan Callum up and down.

 “uh---”

 “well well... it seems we’ve not only got ourselves a yummy christmas treat down the hatch today, but a vigilante of the citadel as well, candy callum!”

 “hey listen i’m just trying to pass through, i do not want any trouble”

 “looks like he’s in bad shape too, i’m seeing a lot of weak points, this frail little stick is in critical condition”

 “that’s an impressive eye i will admit, but i will not let you eat me”

 “we weren’t asking for permission, times are tough down here, we gators do what we need to do. first one to bite him gets to claim the prize, boys!”

 Gatorg smiles as the alligators all prepare to move in on Callum.

 Candy Callum reaches into his belt pouch and pulls out a few chocolate button shurikens, he throws them at the gators, hitting a few between their open jaws and holding them open.

 The angered gators snap down, forcing their jaws closed as they bite into the shurikens, their mouths bleeding, but the shurikens snapped. Enraged, they lunge for Callum.

 Forced to play defensively, Callum throws down a bonbon grenade and leaps into the air, using his strawberry lace grapple to get on top of a nearby pipe and out of harms way. The bonbon grenade explodes into a thick powder that blinds the attacking gators and causes them to start coughing.

 “enough of this!”

 Cackling, Gatorg aims up his left arm, which is cybernetic and appears to be a cannon of sorts. He begins to scroll through different options such as ‘Explosive’ ‘Stun’ and ‘Electricity’ which he settles on, beginning to charge the cannon.

 Candy Callum begins to run along the pipe to avoid the inevitable.

 The cannon charges, and Gatorg fires it as a wave of electricity comes shooting out of it toward Callum.

 Callum is forced to drop from the pipe, diving out of the way. He lands in the murky sewer water with a splash. He looks up to see Gatorg charging his cannon again, and a group of enraged bloody alligators approaching him. He tries to move, but he is in too much pain.

 One of the alligators is then crushed as Vibe Shark drops down from above. He picks up another alligator and slams them off the wall.

 “dammit! its vibe shark!”

 “the gig is up gaytorg!”

 “NOOOOOO--- DON'T CALL ME THAT! YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!”

 Gatorg aims his cannon at Vibe Shark, already fully charged. He fires a wave of electricity in his direction.

 Vibe Shark lunges forward, jumping over the electricity wave and tackling Gatorg to the ground. One of the crocodiles tries to attack Vibe Shark from behind but he raises a fist and punches them back without even looking.

 Gatorg crawls away and flees, the remaining crocodiles that haven’t yet been knocked out doing the same.

 “YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE LAST OF ME, THESE SEWERS ARE MINE!”

 The humanoid shark brushes himself off, and approaches Candy Callum, offering him a hand.

 “wassup homie, you looked like you were havin’ some trouble, and that kinda stuff don’t fit the vibe down here, so i thought i’d step in, don’t worry, i ain’t gon’ eat ya”

 “thank you, i thought i was a goner, are you vibe shark?”

 “that’s my name, if you want to talk to me, i’ll take you back to my place, it's a lot more cozy than out here”

 ***At Vibe Shark’s vibe lair, a closed off area of the sewers where he has a surprisingly nice home, Candy Callum is seated in a comfortable armchair.***

 He looks around the room, which has a relaxing vibe aesthetic, primarily using a purple and pink colour scheme and neon lighting. There is a retro boombox playing a calming beat and a pool of water for Vibe Shark to swim in.

 “i’m sorry ‘bout the mess, i don’t get many visitors down here”

 “are you kidding me this place is awesome”

 “well don't you worry about who those gators were, that’s just gaytorg and his gang, he once tried to break into the cybernetics business with his own company, but it all came crashing down for him, you see he’s genetically modified, like me”

 “doctor reeves told me to come and speak to you”

 “yeahhh! that’s my guy! doctor reeves is the coolest, he set me up with all this and he raised me! he says i’m his proudest creation…”

 Callum smiles, reminiscing.

File:Icons-Mr. Twix.png *“you are not a lame vigilante callum, you are my proudest creation”*

 “i know what that feels like... doctor reeves said you’d maybe be interested in helping me”

 “well shoot, tell me what’s up my guy”

 “i’m looking to assemble a team who can help me bring down the mafia in this town once and for all”

 Vibe Shark’s eyes widen.

 “are you for real?”

ndy Callum|type=png}} “they have plagued this town unbeknownst to me for so long, until they killed my creator, mr. twix. now i see how bad the situation here really is, and there’s clearly nothing that can be done about it, except for me to take matters into my own hands”

 “well shit, that’s all you have to say to get me on board”

 “it is?”

 “listen listen, i’m just someone who wants to vibe for the rest of my life, you know? have a good time, chill out, enjoy what’s good in the world, you know, help people when i can. i’m not a vigilante, but i consider myself freelance, a good citizen, and what the mafia have done to this town disgusts me, it ain’t a good vibe at all... but i’ve never been able to attack those guys alone, they’d be able to spin that on me so fast, i’m a great white shark for crying out loud! they’d send hunters n’ shit all up in these sewers to come kill me and i’d end up on mister big’s wall as a display piece or some nasty shit like that”

 “so are you in?”

 “hell yeah i’m in! those guys are polluting the hell out of the water in biggie falls too with their various dumping operations! they have a bullet factory on the side of town that is constantly dumping materials n’ shit out into the beautiful lakes and rivers that lead out to sea! i can barely swim without bumpin’ into that shit, the water finna turn from blue to black in six months and nobody cares, because nobody actually knows about it or checks that shit out! it all gets covered up!”

 “that’s because mister big has control of this town, but together... we can change that… i’m glad to have you on board vibe shark, there’s another person i need to visit now, to see if he’ll join us”

 ***On the edge of town, Bob Lego stands at the front gate and entrance to town. Around the neighbourhood itself stretches a stone wall, enclosing the community. Bob looks ahead, taking in the beautiful views of the Biggie Falls region, from the beautiful waterfalls streaming down from the top of the cliffs, to the lush green fields of prospering flowers.***

 He is snapped out of his daydream when his companion, Bruh Bot, is heard yelling.

 “BRUHHHHHHHHHHHH”

 Bob looks over.

 “huh? what’s going---”

 Bob looks over to see Candy Callum standing at the bottom of the wall looking up at the two.

 “IT'S THE ROGUE VIGILANTE”

 Bruh Bot lifts his rocket launcher and aims down at Callum.

 “turn yourself in to the authorities, or i, bruh bot, of the neighbourhood watch, will be forced to take immediate action where i proceed to jump down from this wall and crush you where you stand”

 “i am just here to talk to bob”

 “woah bruh bot chill out man!”

 “i am simply following through with protocol”

 “we talked about this earlier, i know he isn’t guilty”

 “please present to me the equation that has led you to this answer”

 “i just know he isn’t, the mafia set him up, i know what they are like bruh bot”

 “your statement confuses me, but i have just processed that i do not care about this situation, therefore i will stand down”

 “thank you”

 Bruh Bot marches off along the wall and sits himself back down where he presumably was before, continuing to read his manga.

 “so i was watching the news this morning, sounds like your takedown of the mafia went great…”

 “i didn’t grasp how bad the reality of the situation was, but mister big really does have the town wrapped around his finger”

 “well... now you know, and you’ve been broken down, just like the rest of us… why are you out here? you could get spotted, and if i’m seen talking to you, i’ll probably look pretty sus too”

 “i’m putting together a team... a group of people who can help me bring down the mafia. i can't do it alone”

 “i’m sorry but... if you are intending to recruit me, I'm not interested, unless you have an army, it's a waste of time… surely you know that now that they’ve beaten you too, your reputation is in ruins, this is what they do, they ruin your lives until your subservient to them”

 “and the town needs to finally break free of that, and i’m intending to see it happen, i just can't do it alone, that’s what i’ve really learned”

 “i’m not prepared to throw away the life i’ve got left all on a chance, i tried to do the right thing before... they took nearly everything from me, and they’ll do it again”

 “we can succeed if we do it together though”

 “what evidence is there of that? i’m sorry callum, but i cannot help you…”

 “what did they do to you to break you down this badly?”

 Bob exhales.

 “i do not want to think about that, it is a chapter in my life i’m trying to close…”

 Callum sighs.

 “i trust you with this information, so i’m at reeves laboratory if you become interested. it is always worth taking a chance, why keep living your life with the constant glooming threat of the mafia behind your back? that’s not much of a life to me, i’d rather keep trying, even if the chance is slim. i’d rather live a happy and fulfilling life than one where i’m subservient to criminals”

 Callum walks off.

 Bob turns around, returning to his post, now in deep thought.

 ***Later, Candy Callum is sitting in Reeves Laboratory.***

 Vibe Shark is sitting across from him, reading the newspaper.

 “well... i don’t know what else i can do... i guess its just me and you”

 Callum stops for a moment, and looks at the newspaper Vibe Shark is reading.

 “hey--- wait a second--- show that to me”

 Vibe Shark holds up the paper in Callum’s direction, which has the headline ‘ABYSMAL Comedy Club Trashed by Baghead’.

 “i think i have an idea of another of the mafia’s victims…”

 ***At Abysmal’s Comedy Club, Abysmal is standing behind the bar.***

 Terry is seated on a stool.

 “jeez, they threw you out of your apartment that quick? that’s rough buddy”

 Terry looks around the club.

 “this is rough, they really messed this place up”

 “oh they sure did, and nobody believes me, i can't even get the money to pay for the damages, it sucks fat cock”

 “uh--”

 “so what are you doing for living now? you can move in with me if you want, i mean i do not know how much longer i’m gonna be able to hold out in my apartment before they throw me out too”

 “well... actually... earlier when i was sitting on the street contemplating my life decisions and coming to terms with the fact i’m homeless now, i met a really nice guy, and he’s actually just moving from place to place each night, i might try my luck with him”

 “that sounds absolutely awful, why don’t you just take him in and both of you move in with me for now until we all figure things out?”

 “i’ll check in with the man, so long as it's all good with you”

 “well sure thing, here, i’ve got a spare key in case you get back before me, i need to finish cleaning this place up”

 Abysmal tosses his spare key to Terry.

 Terry takes the key and nods, before exiting the building.

 A while passes, until Abysmal overhears the doors opening while he’s cleaning up. He turns around.

 “yeah sorry i’m closed right now because of---”

 Candy Callum is standing in the doorway.

 “because of what the mafia did?”

 Abysmal’s interest is piqued.

 “please step right in, i am open to hear what you have to say”

 ***Bob is still standing on watch duty at the gate, he is holding a ring in his hand, fidgeting with it.***

 Bruh Bot approaches him.

 “you are noticeably more mopey than usual”

 “oh... it's nothing bruh bot, but thanks anyway”

 “that is a lie”

 “it's not a lie, i just need some time to think about some things…”

 “bruh moment”

 Bruh Bot marches off.

 Bob looks down at the ring again, a frown forming on his face.

 In a flashback, Bob is sitting in a restaurant across from a stunning woman.

 Barbara Brick.

 “oh bob… i’ve never met anyone i click so well with”

 “i feel the same barbara, you make me truly happy”

 Bob recalls frolicking in the fields of flowers with her as the two giggle.

 In another memory, the two are sitting having a picnic on a sunny day.

 “barbara, i’m really enjoying our time together, i hope i’m good enough for you”

 “you need to have more confidence in yourself bob, nobody is ever going to take me away from you, you are the only man i want to be with!”

 He recalls sharing a dessert with her in a diner, each of them spoon feeding each other.

 He recalls Barbara’s simple yet homely smile.

 He recalls giddily sitting in a waiting area while Barbara tries on new dresses.

 He recalls talking about her to Bruh Bot.

 “oh bruh bot, she’s the best! she’s helped me learn to love myself, and i feel the happiest i’ve ever been!”

 “i cannot comprehend what you are feeling”

 “maybe the time has finally come…”

 At a classy restaurant, Barbara’s eyes widen as Bob gets down on one knee and presents to her a ring.

 “you have made me love life even more barbara, and i am so glad i got to meet you, will you marry me?”

 “oh bob! yes! yes i will!”

 In the restaurant then and there, tears of joy fill Bob’s eyes.

 In the present, tears of sorrow replace them.

 Bruh Bot looks over at him.

 In the past, Bob remembers celebrating moving into a new house with his fiance, and returning home from a shift on guard duty to a saddened Barbara.

 “isn’t it so strange? that restaurant is so special to us, it's where you proposed after all, i wonder why it closed down so suddenly, i thought they were making a lot of money…”

 Puzzled by this, Bob had started to investigate the closing of the restaurant, eventually leading to his discovery of the mafia controlling everything.

 “most local businesses bruh bot, i’m telling you, the town is being controlled by a criminal! it needs to be stopped, it's wrong! i’m going to expose them, i’m going to take them down…”

 He recalls having told Barbara everything.

 “oh bob, please be careful, i dont want you to get yourself hurt-”

 “i’m a member of the neighbourhood watch, its my sworn duty to protect the town, i am going to make sure they are brought to justice”

 He recalls going out, and getting into a fight with members of the mafia who were collecting money from a local bakery. Bob had beaten up Slick Tommy and two other mobsters that day.

 “tell your boss to stop terrorising the people of this town!”

 “you’ve made a big mistake here today”

 Bob had walked home that night after a shift, to find unexpected guests in his home.

 Mister Socky was standing in the living room.

 Barbara was tied to a chair, crying.

 Bob rushed at Mister Socky, intending to strike him down with his spear, though he was knocked down and held back by two mobsters, one of them being Slick Tommy.

 “please! don't hurt her!”

 Mister Socky approaches Bob, and kneels down in front of him.

 “you’ve been a very bad man bob… and you need to be taught a lesson so that you do not disrupt our town with a beating like that again... what did you want to do... expose us?"

 “please... dont bring her into this... its all i ask…”

 i’m sorry, but you have forced my hand, and you intended to strike me down just there, didn’t you? yessssss... i could see the rage in your eyes, the hatred for me forming…”

 Mister Socky stands up, returning to his place behind Barbara.

 “such a pretty girl, you found a good one, bob”

 “please…”

 Mister Socky reveals a katana, and lines it up with Barbara’s head.

 “no please!”

 Barbara closes her eyes, beginning to sob further.

 Bob does his best to break free of the two mobsters restraining him, but it was no use.

 “STOP---- PLEASE---”

 Mister Socky looks at Bob, and lowers the sword.

 “hhhhhhhh fine…”

 Bob was shaking, he looked up at Mister Socky.

 “only because you said please...”

 He locks eyes with Barbara.

 “bob i love--”

 Mister Socky swiftly beheads her.

 The pain Bob felt that day could not be reimagined in a faithful way. He could remember lying on the floor crying.

 “i told you that you made a big mistake, be grateful you got out of this with your own worthless life”

 Bob was left on the floor as the mafia exited his home.

 In the present, Bob has sat down where he stood, with tears streaming down his cheeks. He holds the ring he once presented Barbara tightly in the palm of his hand.

 Bruh Bot approaches.

 “if my calculations are correct, you are moping in response to your conversation with the rogue vigilante”

 “I-”

 “you need not talk, only listen to my analysis of the situation... i have known you since i was first programmed to join you in protecting the neighbourhood, and i know that the mafia eliminated your romantic partner. your conversation earlier will have put you back into a state of grieving, you will be experiencing feelings of guilt”

 “i don’t know what i can do bruh bot, i can’t get over what happened to her, for so long i buried it and just moved on with my life, and it's been depressing, i can’t pretend it didn’t happen anymore, i cannot let them win anymore, that’s not living”

 “then you have calculated your answer, now you know what you need to do”

 ***Later, Abysmal approaches his apartment and steps in, realising it's already unlocked.***

 Terry is standing inside, his box of belongings on the counter. He is conversing with someone when he notices Abysmal.

 “ah abysmal, this is the man i was talking about”

 Jerard Jerardsson nods to Abysmal.

 “very pleasing to meet you”

 He approaches Abysmal, forcing a firm handshake on him.

 “you are a very kind man for allowing us to stay with you”

 “oh that’s no problem, i didn’t need all this space anyways, have you already unpacked?”

 “i have nothing to unpack, i have no belongings anymore”

 “anymore?”

 “jerard is an ex-businessman, he was a car salesman, and he was pretty well off before”

 “oh? what happened?”

 “i lost all form of identification when i was finally moving out of my mother’s house, but do not worry, i am very determined to prove to the bank who i am so that i may reclaim what is rightfully mine”

 “really sounds like the odds are stacked against you there”

 “things have certainly been tough, i am presented with many obstacles, just a few days ago, i was in the bank with everything i had, trying to prove to them who i am, but i left my two briefcases of belongings there overnight, and when i went to get them back in the morning, they were gone”

 “two briefcases…”

 “thirteen dollars and a briefcase containing my collection of baseball cards”

 “baseball cards…”

 “baseball cards, a passion of mine, though now i have lost my collection, which was worth more than the thirteen dollars, i will forever mourn them. please excuse me”

 Jerard steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

 “where is that guy from”

 “i honestly have no idea”

 “i need you to come with me to reeves laboratory”

 Terry spawns a puzzled expression on his face.

 ***At Reeves Laboratory, Callum is standing with the group he had gathered.***

 Terry is seriously confused, looking around like a fish out of water.

 “wow, this is quite the little squad you’ve assembled”

 “i just wish i was able to get everyone…”

 “can i be told what’s going on now?”

 all of us have one thing in common... we’ve all been wronged by the mafia in some way”

 “well--- i wasn’t really--- wronged by the mafia---”

 “dude mister big straight up trashed your taxi service and put you out of business on the spot for no reason”

 “i was already on a steady decline...”

 “but he took what reputation you still had and destroyed it... you went from making little money to no money because of him”

 “it's about time something was done to stop him and his mafia from controlling this town... so i’ve taken matters into my own hands and put together a crew”

 “i really do not think this is right for me--”

 “if you hate what mister big has done to this town, then it is right for you”

 Someone is heard buzzing into the lab.

 “i’ll handle it, do not worry”

 Richard walks off.

 “we all need to band together, so who’s with me?”

 “i’m in. the assholes trashed my club for no reason”

 “i got nothin’ to say except i’m in”

 Terry shrugs.

 “i mean i--- i don’t really have much to do in my life anymore now that my business is in ruin and i’m living with abysmal... i’m willing to give this a shot, but i don't want to be involved in any violence, i just want to help get my taxi business restored”

 “and i’m in too”

 Bob Lego steps forward with Richard behind him, having been let into the lab. He looks to Callum.

 “you were right. the mafia ruined my life. how can i claim i’m protecting the town as a member of the neighbourhood watch when the biggest threat to our town is already inside”

 “you made the right choice”

 Callum looks around the room to his new squad.

 “it's about damn time this happened”

 “hell yeah… lets FUCK ‘EM UP!”