So, Henry's still getting a good buzz from his opium, and his driver's like, "Alright, dude, time for some first-class subterfuge that'll put your high to some real use. We're gonna take the Flying Kipper, which will empress the boss so that we can pull the express and rub it in Gordon's face."

And Henry's like, "So, are we just trying to get a better job, or make Gordon look like a little bitch?"

"Why not just call it a little bit of both?"

"I guess you could if you wanted to. I mean, don't get me wrong, Gordon's a fuckin' asshole who deserves to be knocked down a few pegs once in a while, but I don't want that weighing down on my conscience in case I somehow get off my opium."

"Don't worry about that. It's got total immunity against plot resolution because it is the plot resolution."

So, they head over to the docks where there's a big-ass train of fish waiting for them, and this train is interesting to me. The Flying Kipper is a recurring thing throughout the entire series, and it's usually in the negative sense that no one wants to take it because it makes them smell like dead fish. And that makes me wonder, why do engines care what they smell like? You'd think with all the hard work they do with dirty freight trains and dust and dirt and shit that they wouldn't care about what they smell like. And they get cleaned eventually anyway, so what's the fuckin' problem here?! Why do you all have to bully each other over every little fuckin' thing?! It's the current year, ya fuckin' degenerates! Grow up before I shove a titanium dick up your prejudice assholes!

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I started arguing with the show again, didn't I? Ya know what, just forget I said anything.

Anyway, Henry takes the train and he's feeling happy for himself for once, but Mother Nature is about to make him take it up the ass because the snow and ice made it impossible for him to see a danger signal. Said signal was to tell him that there's another train on the line, and that he should obviously stop…or else he might die, which would be horrible…not that I wouldn't pay to see it.

And, for some reason, the drivers and fireman of the other train are drinkin' some beer in the caboose, and the driver's like, "Dude, we gotta get the hell outta here, like, now. The Flying Kipper's coming, and if we don't leave now, we'll be human pancakes."

And the fireman's like, "Fuck you, Man! This is my cheat day, and by God, I'm gonna fuckin' take advantage of it!"

"Alright, suit yourself. Can't say we didn't try."

So, the drivers leave the fireman in the caboose, and they got out right in the fuckin' knick of time because Henry came barreling through and completely obliterated the caboose, as well as the fireman inside…but no one cared.

Nope, it was Henry who was the center of attention because he was a literal wreck on the side of the track, and The Fat Guy comes by to check on him.

And Henry's like, "This isn't my fault, I swear! There was no red signal! I'll take a few weeks of suspension off if I have to, just please don't fire me! I can't go back to my sugar daddy!"

And The Fatness is all, "Chill, Dude. The signal was just frozen. I'm not gonna blame you for something you had no control over."

"But what about the guy in the caboose?! I fucking killed him!"

"Oh, yeah. That was just Jerry. If anything, you did us a favor. The guy was an asshole."

"So, you're really not mad?"

"Nope. In fact, for all your troubles, I'm gonna have ya fixed up and fitted with a bigger firebox, and I'll even let ya pull the express more often."

"Can I still keep the drugs?"

"Of course! I'm not a monster!"

"Wait, why are you being so nice to me?"

"Honestly, I just don't want you tellin' people about the opium. Turns out, that shit's illegal in most cases."

"Fair enough."