With the post feuneral incident behind them, Ole and Kevin headed out for the heart of enemy territory in thier old beaten up Ford LTD while Hacker X hung around to catch the untelevised AMMO earlier in the week. Ole and Killer find themselves making trouble in a CheeseHead bar and searching for their "Gal-Damn Hotel" as Hack first gives a secretive heart-to-cold-blooded-heart chat with a camera.. no man, just a camera and later checks in to his own hidden Bed and Breakfast.

It's hotter than hell and the air is heavy enough to wring out when Kevin Kobalski and his faithful sidekick Ole Christianson pull up to the CheeseHead Bar and Grill in the one place your momma always told you not to go... atleast if she was a Viking's fan... and didn't care that they were called the "Green Bay" Packers, yep, that's right: Milwaukee! That's right, the home of Satan himself going by the name of Bud Selig! So, on with the story.

Decked out in a big Viking's number 80 athletic shirt and blue jeans Ole pulls himself out of the junky old LTD while Kevin, alredy out, walks around from the driver's side door to the sidewalk, and then to the door of the bar where he stops, waiting for the Polock to pry himself off of the sticky leather bench. He glances in through the glass of the bar and grill once before being met by Ole who quickly walks in with confidence and a sure understanding of what happens to Vikings fans in Packer territory. Kevin, however, isn't so anxious to be torn apart before a big show and so he pulls the hood of the black sweatshirt he stole from Ole over his own Vikings baseball cap.

"Woohee! It smells like someone let one rip in here! Oh wait, it's just the cheese! Well, how you guys doin? Ready for football to start? Come on you guys, didn't your 'packin' father's tell you it's not nice to stare?" Hollers Ole as he walks towards the long pine bar and the bartender behind it," The boy here needs a drink, the stiffest you got. He's got women on the mind and a dead one on his heart." Ole sits at a barstool and finding it uncomfortable, adjusts his weight to sit on two barstools as he motions Kevin to join him at the bar. Kevin, though reluctant, sits down at the next barstool and puts his head down on the scarred pine, mind filled with thoughts of things that could have been.

"Man, you gotta cheer up. She wouldn't have wanted you to act like this, it's not manly and not mature either." Continues Ole, with a weary vioce, one that he's been using in the same manner for the last week. Then he looks at the bartender and trys to strike up a conversation as he mixes a drink," So, how's Farve looking this year? Old fogie gonna retire soon or not?... Okay, ummm, how many of your keyplayers are we gonna have to take out this time around?" Ole continues on, talking to mainly himself about the recent predictions and player changes in the Vikings roster while Kevin tunes out.

I shouldn't be here. Kevin thinks to himself, How does it go? It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all? Did I truely love, does loving without afirmation still count as love? If she had lived would I have acted? And even yet if I had acted would she recount? How can love be pure and simple when it's a web, a mess, used to trap oneself and lock oneself in a chain of repitition?

"Hey everybody! Welcome to channel T, T as in Truth, as in the Truth about me, my opponents, and... THEM! Do you know? Do you? That's right, you don't! You don't know what it's like to die, to be reborn, to have to run from Them! You don't know what it's like to hear the people mock me, call me a crazy cook, the ignorant mass of pignosed inbreds out there think I'm crazy? I'm not crazy! They're after me, They're after me because I'm the only one to beat them, to cheat Their planned death. You couldn't even begin to understand... Oops, times up for that subject, on to the next subject... let's see, the Warriors."

Sounds like Hack, but it's audio only, he couldn't give any hints of where he's at, right?

"Just a sec' now... where am I supposed to turn? Seventh and Madison? Yeah, I'm there. Okay, talk to you later. Yep, bye. Now, back to business: The Warriors. I think they must have been around here for a while, but I don't know, all I know is that they have made a deal

"Would you two keep it down over there? They'll hear you! We gotta hide! Come on, get smart! Don't stupe to the level of that Carnage guy and... what's his name? Oh, Betawolf! I think... they were going to tell Them! They were going to try to stop me, to bury me again! Ha! They got what they deserved! They got it alright! That was just a warning! You got that Kevin? You understand Ole? Ha! You're just a stupid oaf with the shit job of handling a hyper dwarf! That's all you deserve! That's where you..." Hacker begins with a know-all voice along with a tad bit of pure... chaos? Evil? Just plain parinoia? In any case Ole quelched Hack's obniouxis speech with a,"SHUT UP! Dammit you fuckin' prick! If you don't shut your damn mouth right now, I'll take you out my own damn self! You're pathetic! A nobody! No one cares about you, and for good reason! You're an ass and you don't care who you're dealing with! You piss off, ridicule, and hurt those who care about you, even more than you do everyone else! You can go to hell man! We're going to the Tavern alone, I don't want to see your face around here again, you got that? Is that simple enough for you? Now, get the hell out of here!"

"Hey, You know what? Fuck You! Fuck you! You're just a stupid, ugly, brute of a man in a family of inbreds and half-breeds! You're nothing compared to me! You think you've got what it takes to come back from the dead? Think again! You know anyone who's done it before? No! That's 'cause I'm something else, something better, and that's why They are after me! You're working for Them aren't you? I should have known! I suspected, but I wasn't sure, now I am! You fat little bitch! You will NEVER! And I mean NEVER, speak to me like that again! Do you understand me?" Says Hacker X as he, enraged, steps from the shadows, accenting every step he takes towards Ole, his face red and scars deathly white like molten steel. His soggy black hair shows it's think strands with whitening roots as the wind catches his heavy purple cotton hood and knocks it off his head, leaving it hanging on his back. His raging eyes are hidden by deep purple Raybans, but they seem to still peirce into the Gargantuan Polock. Even the earth seems to feel the raw hatred coursing through the dead Kobalski and the air seems to crackle with the energy stemming from that very intensity of the emotion. Finally, as the air nearly begins to glow a red haze, Hacker comes to a stop in the very center of the cobble, waiting for Ole's response... he doesn't have to wait long.

Ole steps forwars, inches from Hacker, a good head taller that him and thrice the girth, but Hack doesn't budge," You still think you got something I don't? Hack?" He spits out the last word as if it has an aweful aftertaste. The two stand, facing each other with equal distaste and hatred for a long moment before Hacker takes a swing! He swings hard and fast, delivering a nasty shot right to the temple, only to find an even worse one coming at his temple. "Whoomph! Whamph!" The two return nasty blows, each time more staggering, nearly throwing them both to the ground. With every strike comes a call, a yell, from the hagard Kobalski," Stop it! You guys! Stop!" He nearly breaks into tears,"Ole! Stop! Hack! Steve!" A warmtear rolls down his face,"Dammit you guys! Stop it!" Then, something comes out of the big front pocket of Kevin's.... Something boxy, a little "L" shaped, sleek black, deadly.... Kevin holds it up to his head," Stop!" He yells in the most forceful manner he can mannage before breaking down, his body shaking and voice trembling," I'll do it. I'll pull the trigger. Just stop you guys. Just stop..."

This catches Ole's attention and the fight is over, he bends down to Kevin, stooping low and looking as nonthreatening as possible. He reaches slowly for the gun, but Killer steps back. He says," Man, just give me the gun. Come on man, it's only gonna get better, give me the gun." He does everything in his power to be gentle, carefully picking words from a limited vocabulary.

Meanwhile Hacker is standing vey cocky, with a near-grin on his face," Pull the trigger! Pull it!" He eggs on," It's so much better being dead! He he! Just pull the trigger!" And to that Ole responds," Ignore him Killer, just give me the gun.." And Hack cuts in,"Yeah! Give it to him! Unload that clip on his ugly mug! Just do it! Do it for me!"

Kevin's attention waiver's for a moment and that's all it takes as Hack hops forward, kicking the gun with his right leg out of Kevin's left palm and then, when his right food lands, his left takes off in a roundhouse kick to the neck, knocking the ragged Kobalski to the ground! "You stupid FUCK! What did you think you were going to prove?! What the hell? Don't you EVER pull a stunt like that again you supid little brat! Uh! I can't do this! You know what? Kill youself! See if I care! I'm out of here!" And Hacker X runs quickly to edge of the road and dissapear into the shadows.

"Man, let's get your neck looked at and then we're going to find a good counsler, you need help."

Kevin, defeated, colapses to the street, sobbing hard enough to make him worry that he may break a rib, and that causes an even stronger wave of sorrow to overcome him. He lays there, in his feuneral clothes and black extra large hooded sweatshirt in a mess on the ground, shaking violently from the sorrow and pain, the loaded gun he planned to take his own life with, a few feet away from him, a frightened friend just a little further away still, and the sound of horse hooves fading away in the distance...