"Hank," Dale said as the group stood in the alley. "What, Dale?" Hank asked. "I miss the couch." Hank sighed. "I do too, Dale...I do too..." "Oh I can't stand it anymore!" Bill screamed. "I took the couch! I put it in my house and kept it for myself!" Hank spat out his beer. "BWAAAAAH! Bill, it was you, you son of a bitch!" "I'm sorry, Hank! Please, don't get Peggeh to trap me in an abandoned prison pipe!" Hank sighed once again. "You are no longer welcome in the Arlen Gang. Get the hell outta here, Bill." "But Hank, it was just a couch! I thought you all were over it!" "GO! NOW! You're not welcome here! You have five seconds to get back into your house and I want you outta Rainy Street by tomorrow!" Hank pulled out a Chinese pistol and aimed it at Bill. Bill facepalmed. "Hank, you're usin a Chinese pistol. You'll never kill me with that." Boomhauer spoke up. "Hey man I tell ya what man them dang old Chinese pistols man I'm talkin about bein the Capital Wasteland's most useless weapon man but makes ya a good amount them dang old bottlecaps I tell ya what." "Boomhauer, you've just been playin too much of that damn game!" Hank looked back at Boomhauer. "He's right, Hank." Dale stepped forward and pulled out an AK-47. "Just let me take care of this." Bill ran across the street to get to his house, only to be shot and killed by Dale. Afterwards, everything went back to normal. "Hey, dad!" Bobbeh approached Hank. "Satan sucks." Hank, wearing a shirt that says "Satan rules" looked at his son in shock. "No." "Dad..." Bobbeh stared at his father. "You know what's cool, Bobbeh? Hell," Hank replied. "Satan rules," Dale said. They all then proceeded to fill Bobbeh with bullets. And it was another normal day in Arlen.