Chapter 8/transcript

“it's time for the neighbourhood news, with your charming host, sacha anoose!”

 ***News anchor Sasha Anoose is standing in the newsroom. A screen behind him shows a picture of the wrecked post office interior.***

 “as you can see behind me, postal problems have swept across the neighbourhood, for the post office was ransacked by a woman experiencing a midlife crisis. this crazy woman has been held accountable for multiple attacks across the neighbourhood and has been labelled our town’s 30th local karen! during her attack, she murdered mr. post. we have an interview with police chief fatass on the matter”

 From the police station, Quenton waddles into frame on one of the screens, looking down at his belly with a frown. He tosses his donut away.

 “haha fuck you too sacha. upon taking this woman in for questioning, we quickly realised we were actually dealing with a very threatening witch that possesses extremely dangerous powers. her powers actually match up with a number of unexplained attacks in various regions in the past, meaning this was in no way her first offence. she’s been immediately transferred to thicc bars prison island to be locked up under maximum security”

 “if only you could run for as long as you could speak, am i right?”

 Quenton frowns, and goes to respond, though his screen is closed off before he can.

 “this same woman was deemed responsible for the attack on ‘weebs r us’, one of two local comic stores in the neighbourhood. when interviewing the old pedophile who owns the store, he claims she had nothing to do with it, and that it was in fact an enforcer of the local town mafia led by mister big who trashed his shop. mister big himself responded to these strong accusations with a statement during a press conference earlier”

 On screen, a video of Mister Big standing outside of his own comic store ‘The Real Weebs R Us’ plays. He is addressing a crowd.

 Jerry Cuckson is standing next to him.

 “mr. honda is a senile old man and his word shouldn’t mean more than anyone else’s just because he’s a washed up old vigilante of the citadel. i mean seriously, do we really need to touch on the citadel? our own town vigilante candy callum was exposed for being corrupt and has went into hiding to evade the law because of it! it makes absolute sense that the witch went to his already failing business and was unhappy with the service provided. clearly enraged, she poisoned the manager mr. honda... who is... very fortunate to have miraculously survived that. clearly he is jealous of the far superior comic store that you can see behind me. now, if these bitter accusations have been put to rest, we’ll be having a happy hour at the midnight club tonight! so be sure to stop by!”

 “moving onto our next news of the day, local criminal and alligator pest gatorg has turned himself into police custody”

 A picture of Gatorg appears on screen.

 “the local hero who managed to scare gatorg into turning himself into the police calls himself ‘the machine’, and we have him for a live interview right now!”

 The Machine appears on screen, wearing a fanny pack and sporting a giant grin. He is just standing outside of a frat house.

 “so mr. the machine, tell us how you managed to spook this hardened criminal into throwing in the towel and turning himself in?”

 “well me and the guys were having a frat party just last night, as university students do, you know?”

 “ahhh ahhh yes”

 “and all of a sudden, just out back, i see a group of vicious alligators, real gnarly, and they try to go for my boy chad like he’s a ready meal just waiting to be eaten. obviously, i wasn’t going to just stand by and let it happen, so i stepped in front of the pack and beat them all bloody”

 “wow you really showed them”

 “sure did, after a while some of the drunken lads stumbled out back to help me out, and being the horny jokesters they are, decided to make an example out of one of the alligators that hadn’t yet fled the yard after my remarkable defence”

 “and what was this example?”

 “let’s just say they made that alligator their bitch. it was at that moment i locked eyes with gatorg, who had witnessed the whole thing from afar, his brethren beaten down and made into beta bitches. i yelled out to him and told him that if he didn’t turn himself into the police, i’d track and dick that fucker down into the ground. if an alligator tries to harm one of the boys, it can damn well try harder next time if it hopes to succeed”

 “and would you have followed through with your threat had the villain not submitted to your terms?”

 “you know sacha, i was under the spell of a lot of class A drugs last night. LSD, heroin, cocaine, you name it. i could’ve fucked anything. this bad boy can be under the influence of it all. that’s just how we freshmen do it”

 The Machine thumps his chest.

 “thank you very much for that mr machine. now moving onto our daily segment sonik speekz so that the kiddies in town can receive some useful advice”

 In another studio, Sonik DeHedgehog stands facing the camera.

 “remember kids, if YOU see an alligator in your backyard, defend your household and dick them down to assert your dominance!”

 ***At the estate of the Shujinko Clan, Jenerikku is pacing back and forth in his dojo. He has bandages over his wounds sustained from the fight with Mister Socky.***

 Mr. Honda enters. He is guided by a walking stick.

 “i thought i might find you in here. you should be resting”

 “mr. honda what are you doing here? you’re in no state to be up and about”

 “neither are you. but as warriors it is clear we are both hesitant to just sit and heal, even if it is the smart thing to do”

 “because why should we? this town is stupid and corrupt, everything happening is completely wrong, it’s spitting on my family’s legacy!”

 “it is clear that action needs to be taken. i have a lot of work to do”

 “what about me?”

 “your journey is only just beginning jenerikku. you have proven you are truly ready to open a new chapter in your life. the time has finally come”

 Jenerikku looks over at his mentor.

 “i must take you to the citadel so that you can begin your vigilante training”

 “you think i’m ready to go there?”

 “jenerikku you have unlocked the power of the legendary greatsword hagane. what i witnessed yesterday was astonishing, and while you still have a lot to work on in mastering that power, the fact you have even unlocked it is impressive enough. you must go and develop your skills further at the citadel so that you can become an official vigilante”

 “but what about everything happening here? your comic store is destroyed, the mafia want you dead, this town is controlled by a criminal”

 “for now, you yourself must leave that behind. my own reputation is crashing and burning right now. i am a legendary vigilante of the citadel, and i have been called a liar on the news. we are dealing with a master manipulator who has ultimate control over this region. things are far darker than i ever imagined, and more people are dying to the mafia everyday. but you must focus on going and beginning your journey. I will travel with you to the citadel and drop you off there, i believe i should pay the grand master a visit”

 Mr. Honda turns to leave.

 “as soon as you are able enough to travel we will journey to the land of heroes. take the day to pack and rest. i must make mikasa a sandwich”

 “i can’t just sit around. i know you aren’t going to be doing that either. so let me help clean up the mess in the comic store, that place means a lot to me too. i can pack my things at night”

 “very well then”

***On the edge of The Neighbourhood sits a bullet factory. Inside, workers are creating large amounts of ammunition and loading them into crates.***

 Overseeing production and standing at a railing on the second floor is the foreman, Briggs.

 “this is fine work everyone, it’s looking like we’ll be able to meet all of our orders by the end of the day. i can smell the profits already; mister big will be most pleased by your doubled efforts”

 The foreman walks off into his office while the workers continue to create bullets. The waste and scraps are dumped into the river next to the factory.

 Atop a hill from afar looking down on the factory, Abysmal lowers his binoculars.

 “yep talk about pollution, it’s amazing the water isn’t already black”

 Bob looks over at him, also lying in cover wearing his armour.

 “i don’t mean that in the racist way if water was meant to be black i’d be ok with it you know?”

 Bob stares.

 “you know what i’m saying? i’m not racist don’t worry”

 “give me those”

 Bob takes the binoculars and looks down at the bullet factory, seeing a fenced off courtyard out front. A guard comes out the side door and joins another at the entrance, guarding it.

 “that’s our spot”

 Richard Reeves is heard making contact via radio.

 “not funny and plastic man come in do you copy?”

 Abysmal sours.

 “hey that’s not cool”

 Bob lowers the binoculars, raising his radio.

 “we’re here bald fatass and we’re in position”

 “excellent stuff plastic man, be alert and ready to move in”

 “why do we have to use these stupid codenames”

 “abysmal for god sake it was your idea”

 “i thought it’d be cool for the infiltration mission until i got given my name it hurts”

 “why do we need the codenames again? something tells me the mafia aren’t going to be using old radios and trying to intercept our communication with them”

 “alright both of you stop, we have the codenames now we might as well use them”

 “haha ok bald fatass”

 ***Terry is seated within his parked taxi. His radio crackles.***

 “depressed bubble buddy are you in position?”

 “i’ve parked around the corner and i’m ready to go bald fatass”

 Vibe Shark is swimming down the river out of sight. He approaches one of the waste pipes dumping scrap from the factory and pulls himself up into it. He begins to crawl through the pipe. He reaches up for his earpiece.

 “aight y’all i’m in, gonna start tunneling through till i’m in deep enough”

 “great work bleeding jaw, do you still have everything packed?”

 Vibe Shark glances back. He is wearing a backpack that is incredibly undersized for him.

 “yuh yuh i got the goods”

 He continues to crawl through the pipe, often struggling due to having to squeeze through it to fit.

 Candy Callum is perched atop a tall tree in the woods surrounding the factory. He looks down onto the roof and raises his grapple gun.

 “sweet revenge are you there?”

 “i’m here bald fatass, i’m about to move onto the roof”

 Candy Callum fires a line of strawberry lace, which attaches itself to the factory roof. He then latches onto it and uses it as a zipline, travelling down it and ending up on the roof.

 ***Back at the laboratory, Richard leans back in his chair. He is seated at a computer with a headset on.***

 “okay everyone, this is it, days of setup and preparation all comes down to this, is everyone ready?”

 Abysmal nods.

 “abysmal he can’t see you nodding”

 “oh right, i’m ready”

 “remember your codename not funny”

 "but i am funny"

 "come on just say it"

 “...not funny at the ready…”

 Bob gets up into a crouching position. He lifts his battleaxe.

 “plastic man standing by”

 “depressed bubble buddy standing by”

 Vibe Shark, who has gotten himself stuck in the pipe, stops struggling for a moment.

 “yeah yeah bleeding jaw standing by”

 He frees himself, continuing to crawl through the pipe.

 Candy Callum opens a roof hatch, dropping down into a vent and closing it after him.

 “sweet revenge standing by”

 “okay everyone. remember the plan and good luck.”

 ***Callum crawls through the vents. He comes to a stop over a grate in the ceiling. He looks through it, seeing the factory floor just below him.***

 Lucky Lanzetta is standing in the middle, holding his baseball bat proudly.

 “come on now people, you heard the foreman, you don’t want to disappoint him now, do you? keep those efforts doubled or you and mr slave driver here are gonna become better acquainted”

 He taps his bat off of one of the worker’s shoulders. They flinch in reaction.

 “so don’t fall behind”

 Callum watches from above. He reports back to the others.

 “it is as you gathered bald fatass... there are innocent people working in this factory”

 “then we will have to approach this the hard way and get them out of there before we do any damage. bleeding jaw, when you are in position, wait for word that the factory floor is clear before doing anything”

 “you got it”

 “sweet revenge, be on standby to ensure your comrades aren’t spotted while infiltrating the building”

 Hearing this on the radio, Bob looks over at Abysmal.

 “looks like we’re up”

 Abysmal and Bob get up, slowly beginning to advance on the factory. The two head down the hill they were on, slowly moving in on the fenced courtyard.

 “okay… two guards still up ahead at the side entrance... you take these two… i’m gonna sneak on and go around to the front door. can you handle it?”

 Abysmal cracks his knuckles, grinning. He raises his fists.

 “do i look like some kind of joker to you? these bad boys don’t lie”

 “what--”

 “pfft don’t worry i can handle it”

 “pfft don’t worry i can handle it”

 “okay then. see you on the factory floor”

 “okay then. see you on the factory floor”

 “yep”

 Bob sticks to the trees for cover as he sneaks on ahead.

 Abysmal crouches down behind a large rock, looking on at the two guards.

 “okay abysmal, time to avenge the ‘ol club and crack some skulls”

 ***Bob sneaks around the factory, the front door coming into view. He spots nobody at the door, though as he gets closer, notices a hatch built into it.***

 “sweet revenge, this is plastic man, i’m coming up on the front door, though i notice a hatch on it, is anyone on the other side?”

 Callum spies the main door from within the vent. He notices a guard standing guard by the hatch on the inside.

 “one guard, i’ll deal with him quickly and open the door for you. i’ll tap the door when i’m done to give you the signal that it’s clear”

 Bob gets into cover near the door while he waits.

 ***Abysmal approaches the side of the factory, staying well out of the way of the two guards. He begins to scale the building, climbing it via ledges and pipes. Once he is higher than the fence wrapping around the courtyard, he begins to climb along the building instead of up it. He climbs to a position so that he is just above the two guards at the door.***

 One of the mobsters guarding the door looks to the other.

 “getting guard duty is just a kick in the balls”

 Abysmal drops down, grabbing both of their heads and knocking them together. He lands with a roll.

 Both men drop their tommy guns on impact, one of them falling to the ground while one stumbles back.

 Abysmal approaches the one still on his feet.

 The startled mafioso throws a punch.

 Though Abysmal catches his fist and kicks him in the balls.

 “consider your balls kicked”

 The man falls to the ground with a grunt, floored. The other mafioso gets back up.

 Abysmal rushes at him, grabbing his arm and twisting it. He then throws him over his head. The henchman hits the gravel surface with a crack. Abysmal wipes his hands.

 “haha. still got it”

 He adjusts his shades and approaches the side door.

 ***Inside the factory, Callum speedily grapples down to the floor and bonks the guard at the door on the head with his kit kat baton. The guard drops to the floor as Callum taps the door twice and unlocks it before retracting himself back up into the vent.***

 Bob opens the door slowly with his battleaxe at the ready. He sneaks inside, closing the door behind him.

 Abysmal sneaks in the side door and sneaks onto the main factory floor.

 “okay remember, disarm and take out the mafia henchmen only, do not harm the civilians”

 Callum looks down from above onto the factory floor. He can see Abysmal and Bob sneaking through it on either side. His eyes are then drawn to an office window that overlooks the factory floor.

 Inside, the foreman is relaxing at his desk with his feet kicked up.

 Lucky is standing opposite him.

 Callum begins to crawl through the vent toward the office.

 Abysmal knocks into a guard from behind. He swiftly grabs the guard in a chokehold and lets him collapse to the floor unconscious.

 Callum arrives above the office in the vents, he looks down through the grate at the two men.

 “pfft, let them complain about being overworked, so long as you remember to… encourage them... they’ll continue to double the workload”

 Lucky smirks, presenting his metal baseball bat.

 “of course”

 “good… because if we keep this up, we’re goin’ places, lucky. mister big will be singing our praises and we’ll be climbin’ the ranks real quick”

 Lucky strolls over to the office window looking out onto the factory floor.

 “i’ll be sure to encourage them even more then"

 Bob makes his way through the factory floor, knocking guards out as he goes.

 A mafia henchman is just near him, tormenting a pregnant woman working at the factory.

 “work quicker why don’t ya? you wanna earn a living right? you don’t want to end up like your husband now do you? cause he ain’t here to cover your pretty ass no more”

 Hearing this enrages Bob. He looks down at his unused battleaxe, still glistening.

 The mafia henchman slaps the woman.

 Bob stands up with a fierce cry. He brings the battleaxe down on the henchman’s head and right down the middle of his body, splitting him in two. Blood gushes everywhere as the man’s corpse separates into two halves like a peeling banana.

 Abysmal remains hidden. He looks over, amazed.

 “holyyyyyy shittttttt”

 Bob stands there, the room in total silence for a moment. As blood drips down his face onto the floor, he exhales. The factory workers stand in shock. The remaining guards raise their tommy guns.

 Abysmal looks around him, crawling back over to one of the guards he knocked out and grabbing their tommy gun.

 Having witnessed all of this from the office window, Lucky turns to Briggs.

 “WE’RE BEING ATTACKED”

 Briggs stands up, searching for his tommy gun.

 “inform mister big!”

 Lucky reaches over for the office phone.

 Without a moment’s notice, Candy Callum kicks the vent grate open. It clatters to the floor and he swings into the room. He rushes forward, tossing a chocolate button shuriken in Lucky’s direction.

 The shuriken zooms past him, instead smashing into and shattering the office window behind him.

 “hah. you missed you little freak”

 “no i didn't’”

 Callum reveals two more chocolate button shurikens. He throws both at Lucky, who is in the middle of reaching for his pistol.

 Lucky is hit by both shurikens, one of them knocking his pistol out of his hand. He stumbles back in pain, falling through the shattered window onto the factory floor.

 Briggs grabs his tommy gun. He aims it at Callum and opens fire.

 Callum hastily drops a bonbon grenade. As it explodes, the thick cloud of powder consumes the room.

 Lucky sits up after his fall. He looks at the four remaining henchmen who are aiming their tommy guns at Bob and then grabs his baseball bat, standing up.

 “what are you waiting for? shoot him!”

 Lucky limps toward the front door and exits the factory.

 Abysmal pops out of cover, aiming his tommy gun at the four men. A spray of bullets guns them all down.

 “considers the killers killed”

 “thank you abysmal”

 “yeah i figured after you split their friend in two i’d probably have to get some blood on my hands too... then again i used a gun so the blood isn’t on my hands.”

 Abysmal shows his hands.

 “see? all clean”

 Bob turns to the pregnant woman.

 “i am sorry for what they have put you through ma’am, we have freed you of their grasp now. abysmal, get all of these workers away from the factory”

 Bob swipes a tommy gun off the ground, storing his battleaxe on his back.

 “what about you?”

 “one of them got away, i can’t let him get far, so i’m going after him”

 As Bob leaves to pursue Lucky, Abysmal turns to all of the innocent workers, who are standing in the puddles of the mafia guardsmen’s blood.

 “well you all know where the door is”

 ***In the office, Briggs, now unable to see well, aims his tommy gun around frantically, panicking. The powder sends him into a coughing frenzy as it reaches him.***

 “WHAT DO YOU WANT HUH? MONEY?”

 Callum leaps in from the side, knocking Briggs down with his kit kat baton.

 “justice”

 “oh that’s fucking gay you cringelord”

 “shut up”

 Callum knocks him out. He speaks into his radio.

 “the foreman has been dealt with”

 “great work sweet revenge, now we needn’t worry about them calling for backup”

 Abysmal chimes in on the radio.

 “wellllll not quite. one guy escaped, but bob is after him”

 “we can only hope he’ll catch him. what of the workers?”

 Abysmal, standing on the factory floor, looks over at one of the workers, who is currently throwing up at the sight of the bloody puddles.

 “they are doing great and are leaving the factory as we speak. there’s quite a lot of workers here they must’ve been making a lot of bullets”

 “then that leaves only one. bleeding jaw, are you in position?”

 Vibe Shark, having tunneled his way through the pipes into a basement underneath the factory, is placing and setting C4 explosives around the room.

 “yuh yuh my guy i’m just settin’ this shit up”

 “when you are done, get out of there as quickly as possible and be in a safe position with the detonator”

 “ay you got it boss”

 “sweet revenge and not funny, make your way to the getaway vehicle when you’re all done”

 Hearing this, Abysmal lowers his radio and prepares to leave.

 One of the workers still in the factory steps forward, a beaten and bruised clown.

 “well if it isn’t abysmal ahole”

 Abysmal looks over.

 “wow ronald? is that you? oh and its actually ahul now, i changed my name”

 “ahhh what does that matter you’ll always be the ahole right?”

 “no i changed my name-”

 “hahahahaha whatever you say ahole am i right? am i right ahole? come on”

 “no……….”

 “ahh fine be a buzzkill why don’t ya. jeez what are you doin’ all the way out here?”

 “you know i’m actually on a really important mission right now i don’t have much time to chat”

 “oh who am i kidding? you want to know why i’m here too! we’ll catch up over some drinks”

 “well uhm… well okay... you can stop by my comedy club maybe next week..."

 “sounds like a blast i’ll see ya then!”

 Ronald strolls out of the factory confidently.

 “oh what the fuck”

 ***Outside, Lucky limps toward his car in the parking lot just off the dirt track. He stumbles toward the car, quickly unlocking it and getting in. He jams the key into the ignition and starts it up.***

 Bob catches up, arriving at the parking lot.

 Lucky begins to drive away.

 Bob aims his tommy gun up and fires at the escaping vehicle.

 Both of the car’s left tires are burst. It spins off the road as Lucky loses control of its steering.

 Bob drops the now empty tommy gun to the ground as the car crashes into a tree.

 Lucky gets out of the car, realizing it is now a lost cause. He takes his baseball bat out with him. He brushes himself off and looks up.

 Bob is standing waiting for him in his armour. He holds his battleaxe at the ready.

 “well well, looks like i’ve got to deal with you head on... one lego man to another. you know, in attacking this factory, you’ve just put a lot of good people out of a job”

 “those people were slaves to you”

 “they were making a living. where are they going to go now? the mafia will simply find them again, who would seriously be stupid enough to challenge mister big?”

 “i am”

 Bob Lego swings his battleaxe at Lucky.

 Lucky swings his bat full force in response. Both weapons clash.

 ***Terry is seated in his taxi at the getaway point.***

 Abysmal rushes toward the taxi, opening it and sitting in the front with Terry.

 Callum hops in the back.

 “is everything done?”

 “everything except the explosion we just need to circle back and get bob”

 Over the radio, Richard speaks up.

 “bleeding jaw, are you almost ready?”

 Vibe Shark is crawling back through the tunnels underneath the factory.

 “the explosives are in place and i’m on my way out”

 “lets go and get bob”

 “on it”

 Terry starts the car. He begins to drive nearer the factory.

 ***Bob’s fight with Lucky Lanzetta continues. He swings his battleaxe ferociously, hacking Lucky’s hand off and disarming his opponent.***

 Lucky steps back in shock.

 “i’m a trained knight of the neighbourhood watch”

 “HAH! the neighbourhood watch? what a joke. you’re a sad fool from a pointless organization”

 “i’m a defender of the neighbourhood. for too long i neglected my purpose”

 He kicks Lucky out onto the road.

 Lucky lands with a thud.

 “what a joke… you don’t stand a chance against us... biggie falls is ours... look at how the town is just so neatly wrapped around mister big’s finger already... you’re pathetic… me?”

 Lucky stands back up.

 “i’m a legend. that’s right. you knock me down, i get back up. you try to beat me? you lose. i’m lucky fuckin lanzetta, you wanna know why they call me lucky. it’s because--”

 Terry’s taxi speeds around the corner and hits Lucky.

 “oh my”

 Lucky is immediately killed on impact. He is launched through the air and lands nearby with a splat.

 “well i uh... i didn’t mean for that to happen…”

 Over the radio, Vibe Shark begins to speak.

 “ay yo i’m in position”

 Vibe Shark is standing atop a hill, looking on at the factory from afar.

 “just give me the word and i’m ready to detonate this bitch”

 “are the rest of you to safety?”

 Bob gets into the taxi.

 Terry begins to drive off, speeding down the track.

 “we’re leaving the factory now, we should be at a safe distance in a minute”

 “then our job is done gentlemen, give yourselves a pat on the back”

 Abysmal pats himself on the back.

 “we’ll meet back at my lab when we’re ready to make our next move, for now it’s safest we all continue our lives as normal. bleeding jaw, do it”

 Vibe Shark presses the detonator. The entire factory explodes from beneath on the inside. The internal damage leaves all of the equipment destroyed. The windows shatter and the building is left in ruin.

 ***At The Midnight Club, Mister Big is standing in the basement infirmary.***

 Mister Socky is lying on an operation table in a coma, still in a terrible state after his fight.

 Doctor Splitter is inspecting the puppet.

 “so... so?”

 “mmmmmm yes. i believe he can be saved. with a few adjustments i can get him up and moving again. the operations on him will be lengthy and i will need any resources i request to help put him back together”

 “anything you need to help him, simply ask and i will get it for you. his life... is very precious to me. do not fail me doctor splitter, and you will receive a handsome reward”

 The doctor nods.

 Mister Big exits out of the infirmary and begins to walk down the hall.

 Jimmy Needles turns the corner in a hurry.

 “what is it?”

 “the bullet factory, sir... it’s been destroyed”

 Mister Big frowns, though he remains calm.

 “prepare my limo”

 ***At ‘Weebs R Us’, Jenerikku is sweeping up parts of broken shelves and glass.***

 Mr. Honda is inspecting his damaged goods. Most of the comics are damaged and torn.

 “how are you going to recover from this?”

 “well that’s just it. i don’t think i can recover from this. i may just have to throw in the towel on this place”

 “hey don’t say that, this place is great, if you give up on it that’s just helping the mafia”

 From across the street, Candy Callum looks on at the comic store. He approaches it, entering through the shattered glass window that Mister Socky was thrown out of.

 “i need your help mr. honda. i’m a big fan omg you’re a legend that i’ve looked up to since i was training”

 Mr. Honda looks over at the candy cane.

 “candy callum, i have been wondering of your whereabouts. i am relieved to see you alive and well.”

 “you’re one of the few who thinks that because most people probably want me dead”

 “that is because i’m one of the few that is aware you have been framed and mister big is simply using his control over the town to make you out to be the villain”

 “i haven’t been able to show my face anywhere since. i’ve only been with my team”

 “your team?”

 “i have put together a crew, and now that the mafia have tried to kill you, i thought it’d be safe to show my face here. my team and i are trying to take this town back”

 “you mean you’re fighting the mafia?”

 “we are, and we aren’t going to stop until we have exposed and defeated them”

 "we fully back what you and your team are doing. i would be happy to assist you when i return”

 “when you return?”

 “i am taking jenerikku here to the citadel so that he can begin his training as a vigilante”

 “jenerikku... of clan shujinko? wow…”

 “i will speak to the grand master while i am at the citadel and i will confirm you innocence in the situation and request the authority to take action here in biggie falls so that we can rid ourselves of these mafia pests once and for all”

 “i appreciate that sir”

 Jenerikku approaches Callum, holding something.

 “i believe this belongs to you”

 He presents the lollipop hammer.

 “thank you for retrieving this, how did you?”

 “the mobster who came to kill mr. honda was wielding it. i defeated him”

 “to be able to beat someone wielding the lollipop hammer is very impressive”

 “jenerikku is now the holder of hagane, he was able to use the sword to defeat his opponent”

 “i’m sure you’ll go very far jenerikku, the citadel will be lucky to have you. i hope to see the shujinko clan thrive again someday”

 “until we meet again i wish you well candy callum”

 Mr. Honda offers him a handshake.

 Callum shakes his hand.

 ***At the destroyed bullet factory, Mister Big is surveying the damage, having stepped out of his limo. He is smoking a cigar.***

 “what a fucking mess…”

 Rajeesh is standing to the side, his arms crossed.

 “what are you doing to do about this boss man?”

 “i want this shit covered up... this attack was precise and planned. whoever did it is challenging me. whoever did it knows that i can use the public and the power i have in town to my advantage”

 “i do not think i am following”

 “it’s obvious. do you think the owner of the local midnight club is going to go crying to the police about his illegal bullet factory being destroyed? no... i may control the mayor but i don’t have complete control of the police just yet, i don’t want to give them even the slightest of suspicions”

 “but then who is responsible for this?”

 “who knows how i operate, who knows the dirty truth behind my organization? who’s tried to take me down before that i’ve wronged?”

 Mister Big tosses his cigar to the ground and steps on it.

 “candy callum…”