Ok so, Henry's feeling all depressed about his weight and size, but no one gives a shit because it makes him sound like a douche. And during Henry's little weeping session, his immune system gets even more fucked up and Sir TH is not havin' it.

So, The Fat Cunt's like, "Look, if you don't get off your sorry ass, I'm gonna have ta scrap ya. And in case you forgot, or if you're just retarded, that means death."

And Henry's like, "I'm sorry, man, I really am. I'm just having a little existential crisis right now, and I really don't wanna drag anyone down with me. I'm just not worth it."

"And you know what happened to those who were actually left alone?"

"What?"

"They either lived a life of absolute misery, or they killed themselves. Frankly, neither of those will benefit me, so I'm gonna hang with you for a day to see what's wrong with you."

"No, please don't."

"Too bad, motherfucker. You're getting all the love and attention, whether you like it or not."

So, The Fat Cunt dresses up like a regular engine driver to fool the others so that they don't feel pressured in the presence of their boss, and they start Henry up…with a fire in his firebox…huh.

I'm just curious. Can an engine feel when they're burning coal or fuel in them? And if so, does that mean they can feel literally anything else, such as people getting all up inside them? Like, I get it if they don't feel anything when there's something in their coaches 'cause, like, they're obviously…not neurotically attached to them. But is this the case with their cabs? If they can feel stuff inside them, what kind of feelings does that arise for them? Like, do they feel irritated and pained when people walk inside of them…or do they get aroused? Is it subjective?

These are the questions, people.

Anyway, turns out, the problem is a combination of shitty coal, and the fact that Henry has a really small firebox(which is also a way of saying he has a small dick). So, Sir TH decides to give Henry another chance by buying him a special brand of coal mixed with something called opium: A narcotic that'll help with his depression, and give him the energy to work harder.

And when Henry gets injected with the stuff, it knocks him off his fuckin' ass.

And Sir TH is like, "How you feelin', Bro?"

And Henry's like, "I feel like I just snorted a kilo of cocaine!"

Then, he heads over to Thomas' station, and he's like, "What the fuck took you so long?! I've been waitin' here for, like, twenty minutes! Nevermind, fuck you! Gotta go!"

So, he fucks off and Tommy's like, "Jesus Christ, what the hell got into him?"

And the Annabelle coaches are all, "Oh, the boss ordered some special coal to help him. We call it 'Henry's Opium'."

"'Henry's Opium', eh? Well, I guess you could say what really made him more energetic was something I'd rather call the 'HO'."