Lincoln Loud opened his bedroom door and stopped, momentarily taken about by it. It had been six months since he saw it last, and in that time, he had changed so much that seeing it now was like seeing someone else's room, someone he didn't know and didn't want to know, the room of a little boy whose mind was clouded by Jewish propaganda.

He thought back to the boy he was six months ago, and shuddered. He was weak then. Now he was strong.

Tossing his bag onto the bed, Lincoln went to the Ace Savvy poster above his bed and ripped it down, balling it up and throwing it to the floor. Next he grabbed a stack of comic books from a shelf and shoved them under the bed. He grabbed it bag, opened it up, and took out a poster Charlie had given him. When it was up, proudly displayed over his bed, he stepped back and admired it: Adolf Hitler, gazing slightly off-page as if at a bright future, his hand on his hip. Lincoln's eyes welled with tears of pride. Here was the savior of the White Race, the only leader in all of history who dared to tell the truth and set about making things right. A great, glorious, noble man who was cut down by Jews, Bolsheviks, homosexuals, and western race traitors. The unfairness of it turned Lincoln's stomach.

With a heavy sigh, he snapped off a Roman salute. Heil, he thought, the tears coming quicker. Heil.

Shaking his head, he rummaged in his bag again and brought out a framed photo of George Lincoln Rockwell, founder of the American Nazi Party. Lincoln knew that he was not named after Rockwell, but he took special pride in carrying the same name regardless. He reached into the bag and came out with a thick hardback book. Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler. He followed that with a slender paperback. Why Only The KKK Can Save America. He sat these on the shelf above his bed.

"Knock, knock."

Lincoln turned. Luan stood in the doorway, looking hesitant. She looked from Lincoln to the poster over the bed, and her eyes widened.

"Cool, uh, cool poster."

"Thanks," Lincoln said, glancing at it over his shoulder. "That poster got me through some tough days."

"Wow," she said, rubbing her arm. "That's great. Look, I just wanted to say...I missed you, you know?" She looked over his shoulder. "Just between you and me, you're my favorite."

"Really?"

She nodded. "You're always there when I need you. You're a great brother and I love you."

He came forward and they hugged. "I love you too."

A couple minutes after Luan left, Luna came in. "Oh, rockin' poster, dude," she said, sounding taken aback.

"It was a gift," Lincoln said. "It helps me keep focused on what's important."

"Great. I missed you dude. I'm glad you're back."

"Thanks."

Over the next hour, each one of his sisters came to him individually and welcomed him back, telling him they loved him, that they were glad he was home, that he was a great person etc, etc, etc. At first it warmed his heart, but by the time Lori, the last, left, he was beginning to think they had ulterior motives. It felt almost like there were trying to remind him of who he was and "cure" him of his Nazism. Or was he just paranoid? He was used to being constantly on his toes. In prison you could never let your guard down. Everyone had a con, or a bone to pick, or wanted something. Surely he wouldn't have to worry about that in his own home, right?

No, he was being paranoid, he decided. He whipped out his laptop and went to Google. A few minutes later, he exited the browser, having ordered some things for his room. In the kitchen, he grabbed an apple from a bowl on the table and watched as dad started getting dinner ready. He was wearing a frilly pink apron, and Lincoln realized for the first time that he own father was a fucking disgusting cuck.

"I like your apron," Lincoln said.

"Thanks, son," dad chirruped, totally missing the sarcasm in Lincoln's voice.

"You know something?"

"What's that?"

"Mom treats you like a woman."

Dad blinked and stopped what he was doing. "What?"

"Mom treats you like a woman. I mean look at you, you're prancing around the kitchen in a pink apron while she's sitting on the couch with her feet up. You're practically a housewife. What kind of man are you?"

Dad tried to reply but couldn't. He looked shocked.

"It's sickening. You need to grow a pair and stop being such a push-over."

"Lincoln Loud," dad finally said.

"You're a henpecked cuck..."

"Lincoln! Go to your room this instant!"

Lincoln took one final bite of his apple and tossed the core onto the floor. "Alright. See you, mom."

Upstairs, a couple of packages were sitting on his bed. He loved same hour delivery.

He opened one of them, and pulled out a large red and white flag with a big black swastika in the center. He hung it on his wall. From another package, he retrieved a blanket featuring a Reichsadler emblem: A German eagle clutching a swastika in its talons. He happily made the bed and admired his room. From now on, he would call it the fuhrerbunker.