So, the narrator's like, "Henry and Gordon were lonely when Thomas left the yard to run his branch line. They missed him very much."(canon dialogue)

And I'm like, "We all get lonely sometimes, guys. That's what fleshlights and body pillows are for."

If you thought I would be too mature to make that joke, you're sadly mistaken.

Anyway, the tender engines are all complaining, and Sir Fat Cunt's gettin' tired of their bullshit. So, to get back at them, he told the operators of the turntables to give them a taste of their own medicine.

Also, the reason they have the turntables is because it's quote-unquote "too dangerous for tender engines to backwards fast"…which is a good reason. Ok, I imagine you've never been an engine before, let alone one with a tender, so lemme explain this shit to you. Your tender is not only your undeniably huge ass(I'm not calling you fat, so quit reading too much into everything I say), but it's also literally your life support because it holds all the coal and water you need to move. Now, imagine running backwards into a dangerous situation. I don't know how well an engine's peripheral vision is, but I'm pretty sure they can't fully see their ass. And do you know what that means? It means that every time you run backwards at high speeds, your life supporting ass has a high risk of getting hacked off or even completely destroyed.

I'm not trying to suck the tender engines' dicks too hard, I just wanted to justify their whining and suffering for having tenders.

Anyway, Gordon gets all huffy when he gets onto a turntable, which means he can't concentrate on centering himself(I think we can all relate to this). And because he can't center himself, the turntable operator can't get his revenge against Gordon…for being a dickhead.

But even then, Gordon can't get turned around, so he has to pull his coaches backwards.

And Thomas is like, "Glad to see you switching things up a bit, Gordon! Your ass isn't nearly as ugly as your face!"

And James is like, "Yeah, and some people are happier when they take it in the mouth instead of up the ass! Just ask Henry!"

But James eats his own words when he gets onto the turntable perfectly, and the operator spins him around until he vomits.

When James finally stops throwing up, Gordon's like, "Look, we shouldn't have to take all this shit! We're gonna do something about this, and we're gonna do it now! Just like in that episode of SpongeBob where he and Squidward refused to work!"

And they're like, "Who the fuck is SpongeBob and Squidward?"

"Oh, right, we're not in the late nineties yet…forget what I said! We're going on strike!"