Ok so, before we get on with our regularly retarded program, I'm gonna explain some shit to you guys.

When this chapter comes out, this story will have just hit 1,000 views, which is fucking great. I didn't know if this story would be popular or anything, but you guys proved me wrong. However, I do have one complaint. I know this will make me sound like a complete ungrateful asshole, but I'll just keep getting pissed off if I don't point this out: Leave. A fucking. Review. You don't even have to add this story to your favorites or alert list, I don't care about that! I just wanna know what you guys think! Just because this has 1,000 views doesn't necessarily mean everyone likes it! Even if you have some painful critiques, I don't give a shit! Just tell me what you think! Don't even worry about signing in and/or not having an account. In case it wasn't obvious, guests can leave as many reviews as they want whenever they want.

So please, guys, tell me what you think. I don't want or need money. I just want some hugs…

Now that that shit's outta the way, let's get on with the stupid recaps that you guys seem to like for some reason.

So, Gordon's pissed that Henry's been taking the express instead of him, and he's like, "Why should Henry have a new shape?"(canon dialogue)

And I'm just like, "Uh, hey, Gordon? Are you…are you fucking blind? In case you couldn't tell, Henry's still the exact same shape as he was before. Doesn't matter if he got fixed up, he's still the same guy…just with better access to certain drugs."

And Percy's like, "Don't listen to him, Dude. He's just been upset since you started taking his job, and since he found out you're a gayer recolor of him."

And Gordon's like, "That's not true! …I mean, the second half isn't! All I'm saying is that just because he got a fancy tune up doesn't mean he can go flaunting it around like some brand new dildo."

"You would know what that's like, wouldn't you?"

"N-No…of course I wouldn't…look, Henry, we're glad you're not dead and everything, but quit acting like a special little bitch because you're not."

So, then Henry swings by Edward's place, and Ed's like, "Hey, dude! I heard you just got onto a horrible accident. You doin' ok?"

And Henry's like, "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for askin', man. You're, like, one of the very few people that have actually asked how I'm doing recently."

"I also heard Gordon was giving you shit earlier, and I didn't want you getting all depressed again."

"That makes much more sense."

And then, this god-awful noise pierces the air, and it turns out it's coming from Gordon because he popped his penis and he's crying in agony. But as he rushes through the station, Edward and Gordon just give each other these knowing looks while doing absolutely nothing to help. When Gordon finally stops, they help him by popping his dick back into place, but he's still emotionally scarred.

And that night, Henry's like, "Hey, Gordon, what was that you said to me earlier? Oh, yeah—we're glad you're not dead and everything, but quit acting like a special little bitch. Because. You're. Not."

Then, the next day comes and Henry's feeling even better after his daily dose of HO, but his happiness is literally shattered when a bunch of shitty little kids on a bridge throw stones and break his coaches' windows. This pisses off all the passengers, but Henry's driver forms a brilliant plan to get back at the kids.

And he's like, "Don't worry, guys. I've got an idea."

And they're like, "How can we possibly get back at a bunch of kids without getting thrown in jail?"

"You ever heard the myth where you can have an orgasm if you sneeze hard enough?"

So, Henry's driver stuffs him full of ashes and jerks him off right as they pass under the bridge the kids are on, and Henry has an ogasming sneeze that causes him to blow ash and hot jizz all over them. And they don't even get in trouble because his load literally burns them to death, and, ya know, corpses can't sue 'cause they're, like…dead.