In the second book, our asthmatic hero ended up in some kind of steampunk dystopia. The air smelled a lot like weed, and the rain could corrode any living thing inside to out until it was nothing but a pile of gloop that looked like particularly nasty diarrhea. In order for him to confront the second baddie, Grim Tuesday, he had to sell himself into slavery. Luckily, the chavette rescued him quickly and the two of them progressed towards a giant tower. Inside, they found some real awesome shit including a wrinkly old guy with a OHKO weapon, the second part of the House Rules (who was an even bigger furry), and some really good metal. Afterwards, Tuesday's ass was finally kicked via a creativity contest.