Rolf made his way to Double D's house, the longer the Ed who murdered Bridget remain unpunished, the angrier Rolf grew. Rolf began to climb up the walls, chipping bricks as he tore his fingertips through the cement. Once on the roof, Rolf tears through the tiles of the roof with his bare teeth, slowly gnawing his way into the attic. Once inside, he listens through the ceiling of the second floor closely for any signs of the sock headed Ed, his senses so fueled with vengeance that he could sense a heartbeat.
Directly below him, Rolf hears the clicking of Double D's trusty typewriter, and he prepares the attack. Channeling the inner strength only a shepherd can possess, Rolf leaps up in the air, and quickly smashes down into the foundation, snapping the supports of the ceiling and crushing Edd's favorite typing apparatus.
"ROLF!?" Double D screams in a fit of confusion and terror, "What on Earth has gotten into you? Why are you in my house? What have you done to my work?!"
Rolf, hunched over in the middle of Edd's room, slowly began to turn his head towards Double D. Upon meeting Double D's horrified expression, Rolf was overwhelmed with a blind fury and began thrashing around the room, destroying anything he came into contact with. Books, electronics, sex toys were being torn to shreds. He had seen the murderer behind the seemingly innocent face. It made so much sense, Edd had such an interest in the life of animals and plants, it was only natural the scientist would have just as much interest in death. Rolf did not understand Double D, but he knew that there was nothing he treasured more than his research.
Double D was now cowering in the corner of his bedroom, crying and covering his eyes. Once destroying Double D's final possession, the shepherd lunged at Edd, his hands beginning to close around his trachea.
"Sock-headed Ed boy, surely you will take this warning to never intrude on the son of a shepherd's property nor assault his family ever again. I'm sure you more than anyone can understand such a suggestion."
Double D could not muster up any words, instead he lay there in shell shock looking up at Rolf for any hint of mercy. Rolf tossed him aside and began to collect loose research papers, throwing them into a pile of burning electronics that laid in the center of the room. As a final insult, Rolf ripped the hat off Double D's head and threw it into the bonfire. Rolf started to slowly exit, until he heard Double D struggling to say something to him
"R-R-Rolf… I ha-have absolutely n-no idea what y-you… absolutely no idea what you're talking about…" Rolf walked back to Edd and grabbed him by the collar.
"Do you wish to insult me? You claim to not know of which atrocity occurred last night?"
"What?!"
"YOU CONFUSE ME BIG HEADED ED BOY, DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT HAS BECOME OF MY BRIDGET?"
"I-I don't know what you're ta-talking about."
"LAST NIGHT YOU INVADE MY PROPERTY AND MURDER MY CHICKEN, NO?"
"N-no? I have been working on a school project all night."
Upon hearing this, Rolf drops him to the ground. Father, I have once again proven that I do not deserve to inherit the great life you provided for me…
"Ed boy, I apologize for what has become of your room, however you are not guiltless in the actions of your friend, nor in the actions of your strange Western ways." Before Edd could make sense of what he said, Rolf took Double D's lips with his. "I'm sorry."
As Rolf furiously charged out of the house, Double D sobbed, painfully digging through the burning cinders of what remained of his work and his headwear.