CHAPTER 23: POINT BREAK, PART 3
In 1916, a new culinary revelation came to the United States known as fast food. Founding a business on rapidly preparing foods such as hamburgers and French fries, serving them out to as many paying customers as possible, the model proved to be a success, and quickly became a vital part in both the world's economy and, in the case of America, its peoples' diet.
At the start of the year 1995, out of a sea of several different restaurants establishing their own franchises across the country, one had risen to become one of the most popular and frequently-visited fast food establishments of them all, overtaking any competition that stood in its way.
That fast food establishment is the one and only Good Burger, home of the world-famous Good Burger.
In 1997, it became one of the nation's top-selling restaurant chains, outselling its main competitor of Nasty Burger and demoting it to second in popularity, despite only residing on the west coast of the country. In California, Good Burgers have become a food staple so common, it has become its own place on the food pyramid for many Californians.
Under the direction of a man only known mononymously as 'Ed', a man who rose his way from being a simple cashier to becoming the CEO of the corporation, Good Burger has become a modern-day Mecca for stoners, fast foodies, and anyone just hungry for a hamburger; leaving the drive-thrus constantly packed and the company always busy.
However, in the later hours of the day, business calms down quite quickly, as the hour of 10 PM proves that the majority of eaters have had their fill and their dinner quota met, leaving only stray eaters seeking a later dinner or a midnight snack. This leaves the restaurant quiet and dull, leaving only the fringes of humanity up and awake to visit.
Among that crowd are Twister and Lars Rodriguez, two brothers with a history of hostility, and only prevented from being called sworn enemies by a blood bond. Temporarily allied in an agreement based on mutual deceptions, they entered the Good Burger together, each holding ulterior motives from one another to fulfill for their own agendas.
For Twister, it is a simple matter of revenge against his troubles with Otto.
For Lars, it is an even simpler matter of bringing death and mayhem.
Upon looking around the Good Burger, the two brothers found that only a handful of customers were eating, less than a few employees doing any work, and less than that paying mind to the register to take any orders. With the advent of automated ordering kiosks, of which a few were placed in the lobby, human interaction becomes a scarcity in many fast-food restaurants...
...but in the near-abandoned city of Ocean Shores, it drives the otherwise popular and lively restaurant to the stillness of a graveyard. In a town with a low populace, the job of a fast-food worker near-obsolete with the threat of machines taking over their duties, the nightmare of automation is given a taste of realization.
On top of replacing human labor and depriving people of paying jobs which give them income to survive on, this makes the job of attending the cash register fairly popular among lazy high-school and college students, as well as general slackers looking for an easy paycheck.
The cashier working this night, a teenager barely at the age of 16, is a prime example of this trope. This young boy, almost a man, not having much to do, sat at the registers, looking at his phone and scrolling through aimlessly in boredom, an act that barely qualified as 'attending the registers', but still qualified enough to not be fired.
Upon seeing the lazy teenager at the counter, Lars began to form a nefarious idea in his head, finding a way to begin his sadistic fun. Walking towards the cashier as if he were the owner of the restaurant, Lars approached the young worker, loudly slamming his hand on the counter and clearing his throat to make his presence obviously and obnoxiously known.
The cashier then looked up from his phone, getting a stare from the face of Lars smiling directly at him.
"Hey, kid, what's a nigga gotta do to get a burger around here?" Lars asked.
The boy cashier replied in a voice with a deepness that seemed surface-level, with a large boost of testosterone setting his voice to a more obviously male one.
"There's uh, kiosks over there. You gotta order on those things." The cashier said.
"Yeah, tried that. That shit didn't work." Lars said.
"What? We didn't-" Twister began to ask.
Lars raised a sole finger to his younger brother, silencing him from continuing his question in order to stick to his plan.
"Uh, okay. I guess I can, like, take your order, or something." The cashier said.
After putting his phone back in his pocket, the cashier then turned his attention to his customer, standing behind the register with his hands ready at its touch screen.
"Okay, so, like, what can I get you, sir?" The cashier asked.
"Hey, man, the fuck is this? I don't get the proper greeting?" Lars asked.
"...Huh?"
"C'mon, you know, man. The proper Good Burger greeting. One of the things I always love about Good Burger is that cheery attitude all the cashiers always got, and that classic line they give me: 'Welcome to Good Burger, home of the Good Burger, can I take your order'? You know, that sort of classic interaction you fuckin' newer generations just don't seem to get. Now, you can call me an old man, or a boomer, or whatever trendy-ass shit you like to call people like me, but when I come into a restaurant for good service, I expect some good motherfuckin' service. Wanna try again?"
For a moment, the cashier stood in a quiet state of frustration and dumbfoundment, then tried attempted to move the conversation back to business.
"...So, did you want something, sir?" The cashier asked.
"Yes. I want you to say: 'Welcome to Good Burger, home of the Good Burger, can I take your order'?" Lars said.
After holding back his annoyance, the cashier reluctantly complied in an irritated manner, making it clear that he was not interested in giving Lars what he wanted.
"Welcome to Good Burger, home of the Good Burger, can I take your order?" The cashier asked.
"First of all, it's 'may' I take your order, not 'can' I take your order. Second, what's with the attitude? Haven't you heard the expression; 'the customer is always right'?" Lars asked.
"But you just told me to-"
"Oh, now you wanna talk back to me? You wanna give me lip? You know, when you kids take a job, you're supposed to do your job, not jerk around the customer. Didn't you ever get proper training? Where's your manager, white boy?"
After taking more of his verbal abuse, the young cashier began to grow more irritated with Lars' rude and annoying approach, beginning to tell that his customer was simply looking for trouble and not service. What veneer of friendliness he put on for Lars began to dissipate to pure hatred, as anyone in his position would be experiencing.
Lars, conversely, was enjoying every second reveling in harassing the cashier, smiling as he gave forth his taunts and insults. The quiet mood of the restaurant began to sour with his very presence and actions, bringing discomfort to even Twister, but the troubles of the restaurant have only just begun.
The interaction between Lars and the cashier soon went noticed by the manager, who overheard the mention of his title made in anger. Beginning to take notice of the affair going on at the counter, the manager approached his employee and customer to inspect the situation for himself.
"Is there a problem here?" The manager asked.
"Well, I'm glad you asked, Mr. Manager. First of all, this kid tries to blow me off when I wanna take an order, then he decides to mouth me off and give me attitude, and I haven't even told him what I want yet." Lars said.
"Just a moment, please, sir."
The manager turned the cashier away from the counter, wishing to quickly and discreetly get to the bottom of the situation.
"Is this true, son?" The manager asked.
"No, sir, I've been trying to help this guy, but he's just acting like a jerk to me. I've been patient with him and tried to take his order, but he's making me do all these weird things, like telling me to say one thing, then get mad at me for saying it. I swear he's trying to mess with me." The cashier said.
After hearing the cashier's story, the manager began to think over his options, seeking the best way to resolve the situation.
"Alright. I'll take care of this one." The manager replied.
The manager and cashier returned to the counter, the former ready to take their order, and the cashier, standing by quietly, more than ready to see Lars out of his sight.
"I'm so sorry about that wait and your troubles, sir, what can I get you today?" The manager asked.
"Well, I'm glad you asked, Mr. Manager." Lars asked.
To no one's expectations except the anxious Twister's, Lars pulled off his trenchcoat, changing his arm to its machine gun form, and pointed it directly at the manager. The very sight of the weapon, advanced and unfamiliar as it was, nonetheless was easily recognized as a threat, causing the whole restaurant to freeze and duck in panic, all letting out screams as they did so.
Even with the knowledge that Lars had his arm and even with the knowledge that he had troubles planned, Twister felt just as panicked as the rest of the restaurant, managing only to mask it with complete stillness and shallow breathing, opting for neither flight nor fight when the calling came.
But Lars had no reaction to any of the emotion erupting around him, casually contemplating his order as if all were normal and calm.
"Yeah, uh... Give me a double Good Burger, a large Good Soda, an extra-large fry, and an apple pie." Lars said.
"Uh, sir, w- we don't have extra-large fries-" The manager began to say.
Lars' arm cocked a bullet in the chamber, preparing to fire on the manager, and silencing him in an instant.
"Oh, you too? I said it before, I'll say it again. 'The customer is always right'. Why do you fuckin' gringos not seem to understand that? No wonder you white people think all us Mexicans are stealing your jobs, we actually know how to get shit done." Lars said.
"Uh, of course, sir. One extra-large fry, made especially for you, sir. Anything else?" The manager asked.
"Twist, what do you want?"
Twister gave no answer to his brother, still nervous over the situation and attempting to adjust with it, keeping silent in fear and confusion.
"C'mon, little bro, whatever you want, it's on him, he's paying for it. Either with his money or his blood." Lars said.
"Lars, what the hell are you doing?" Twister said.
"What's the matter, man? Don't you want a Good Burger? They don't call 'em 'good' for nothing."
"Who the fuck cares about burgers? Don't you realize this is all wrong? Doing what you're doing to these people?"
"Doing what to these people?"
"You know, holding a gun on them and threatening them? This isn't right, dude."
"Listen to yourself, man, you sound like a total pussy. No wonder Otto trashes on you so easily."
Lars' insult brought a point of contention out of Twister, now beginning to bring forth an expression of anger.
"What? What does that have to do with this?" Twister asked.
"Face it, bro. You've been a pushover your whole fuckin' life for that Rocket Dork. Me? I haven't been a bitch for anyone. Maybe my dumbass friends were before they bailed on Ocean Shores and headed off to Florida or some shit, but I'm still standing here. As you can see, it's been working just fine for me. I do what I want when I want to do it." Lars said.
"Like rob a Good Burger? Who does that?" Twister asked.
"I ain't robbin' them, I'm just pointing a gun at them. I didn't tell them to give me their money, so, technically, it's not robbery."
In response to Lars' point, the manager reached into the cash register and pulled out as much cash as he could hold, offering it to Lars.
"Here, sir. You can have all the money, please, just don't-" The manger began to beg.
The manager's plea for mercy was cut short by Lars bashing the tip of his machine gun-arm into his face, sending him back and holding his bleeding nose.
"I wasn't talking to you, lard-ass. Let the brothers work their shit out." Lars said.
"Lars, who gives a shit what you're doing?! It's wrong!"
"Says who? Otto?"
Once again forced to confront the topic of Otto Rocket, Twister once again changed his mood accordingly, this time turning to uncertainty.
"Well... I guess he'd say that, but-" Twister began to say.
"So, you're still Otto's little bitch, always sucking up to him and doing whatever the fuck he wants, huh? Just taking it up the ass for him on a daily basis?" Lars asked.
"Hell, no, dude! No way am I being his little wimpy punching bag anymore!"
"Then why don't you prove that?"
"How? By becoming like you?"
"Why not? You ever see me have any troubles in life? I don't depend on anybody. I'm a lone wolf, and I'm totally free. I know how much you like that. You wanna be your own man, don't you? Sucks to be the beta to that fucker, doesn't it? Don't you wish you could be as big an alpha as him? You know that fuckface Otto's his own man. You know he does whatever he pleases, just like me. And you know you want that, too. So you always followed him throughout life, thinking you could get some of that greatness. Some people are just destined for greatness, like Walt Disney... or Hitler. Actually, those two are pretty much the same anyway. But the point is, they were both winners. Otto was a winner. You? You're a fucking loser."
Lars' words finally began to take their toll on Twister, breaking down what ego and convictions he had with his words, insults and insight alike. Stepping up close to his brother, Lars began to see light tears fall from Twister's face, to which he responded to by leaning his own face in and speaking as direct and leading as possible.
"So what's it gonna be, Twister? Are you gonna be some little faggot-ass bitch like Otto thinks you are, be a fucking loser... or are you gonna be a motherfuckin' winner?" Lars asked.
Contemplating the offer being made to him by his brother, Twister began to think as hard he could, beginning to forget about his initial intentions of taking advantage of Lars to stop the greater scheme becoming of Ocean Shores. Forced to confront his own interpersonal troubles, the bigger picture is lost in the little details, but no matter how little they may seem...
...they are the entire world to Twister. While Otto was supposed to be his best friend, having never left his side since they were children, Otto's recent treatment of him had been less than friend-like, especially for someone meant to be his best friend. The other feelings he had bubbling underneath their friendship is also a factor which makes his decision all the harder, feeling deeper loves pull at his strings.
He was always known as the constant life companion to Otto Rocket, swearing never to leave his side.
But, now, Lars was showing him a new path in life, a path that could grant him more control over his own life and find some independence.
He knows that Lars has been a bully to him all his life, but he believes that what he says has truth in it, and offered a way to be more in control of his life and feel strong, as opposed to staying in Otto's shadow like before. Of course, that path offered only short-term satisfaction, only paying off many hardships and problems down the road, and harm to the self as well as many others...
...but Twister never thought that far ahead in his life, nor is he at a good position now to start.
"Well, hermano, whaddya say?" Lars asked.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, Twister looked back at his brother in the eyes, giving his final answer.
"I'm gonna be a motherfucking winner." Twister said.
Resting unsuspectfully on the side of a street housing little other businesses, the sole competitor of Zero Gravity Zone, a mediocre skate park known as Skatopia, began to temporarily close its doors to the public for the night, its employees just beginning to close up the park after a slow work day. Lights are shut off, cash registers are counted, and snacks are locked up, all left with the expectation to see it all tomorrow.
After running a work day of only 6 hours in attempt to keep business costs low, only three loyal customers came to visit and skate in the park throughout the day, the last of which was long gone. Being an unpopular rival to the popular Zero Gravity Zone, housing little variety and many rules that restrict the customers, it has little to offer in the marketplace, especially when its marketplace is a near-empty town.
Outside the park, however, a group of persons with malicious intentions awaited in the parking lot, aiming to see that the park closes its doors to the public permanently. Those people are the Rippers; the team roster for this mission composing of Mike, Jared, and Otto, the latter acting as point man for the first time.
"Okay, Otto, you ready for your first mission as leader?" Mike asked.
"I guess so, I wasn't expecting to go running the front lines already. You sure we can't put this off for a couple of days, maybe when no one's here?" Otto asked.
"Basically, no one's already here. It's just the closing employees. Same as the gas station, it's only graveyard shifters. Besides, you won't be killing anyone. Just like last time, we're not gonna kill anybody, we're just scaring them off." Jared said.
"I thought you guys didn't want our presence here known?"
"That didn't stop us from getting spotted by the gas station attendant, did it? And that didn't get us any problems either, did it? Gravity's starting to get impatient and wants us to speed things up. Besides, who's gonna believe a bunch of losers in dead-end jobs when they tell the few remaining cops in this city that some huge bad-asses rode in and caused mayhem on hoverboards? No more than they believed the gas station guy when he probably did the same thing. Of course, that's not assuming he just noped the fuck out of the city without bothering with cops."
"Yeah, man. Now, come on, man, this is your first mission. You ready to smash shit up or not?" Mike asked.
Unable to argue against his teammates any further, Otto let out a sigh, attempting to collect himself for the task at hand.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Let's go." Otto said.
Ready to cause mayhem within the park, the Rippers walked into Skatopia, taking notice of its substandard layout; no color schemes nor themes were to be found, the half-pipes and pits were small and barely suitable for experienced skaters, and no music was to be heard, all as opposed to the full and enriching experience that Zero Gravity Zone had to offer.
As the Rippers took their time to look around the park, the group was immediately and unfriendlily greeted by a young woman, covered head to toe in tattoos and wearing a large pair of glasses, amplifying a look of apathy and frustration brought about by poor economic opportunity. Having no patience to deal with people she believed to be customers, she took no mind to the Rippers' gear, dismissing them by saying...
"Hey, guys, we're closing up shop now. Besides, you can't use your own gear anyway. You gotta rent our gear to skate here. I don't care how high-tech your stuff is, you gotta follow the rules like everybody else." The woman said.
"Oh, don't worry, bitch, we're not here to skate in your shitty excuse of a skate park. We've seen better half-pipes in kids' backyards." Jared said.
"Yeah. I used to bully a few. Especially their girlfriends, who all looked like slutty emo cunts like you." Mike said.
The aggressive stances of the Rippers did not sit well with Otto, who stood back in silence, watching the employee turn just as aggressive in an instant.
"Well, then, you three can get the fuck out of the park right this second, or you can be dragged out of here by the cops." The woman said.
Mike and Jared then clenched their fists and sneered behind their masks, preparing to follow through on their intent of violence.
"Don't bother, bitch. You won't be conscious long enough to call the cops." Mike said.
Meanwhile, outside the home of Reggie Rocket and Sam Dullard believed to belong the Rippers, what began as a stakeout to catch the group in the act initiated by the two soon became an act of intimacy, brought on by circumstances so unusual and unlikely it would sound like comedy were the consequences not pertaining to the fate of Ocean Shores.
Their initial plan consisted of watching outside an address given by Otto with the information that the house belonged to those responsible for the multiple attacks on Ocean Shore's remaining businesses, watching an waiting for the enemy to make their move and acquire photographic evidence to incriminate them and stop their employer's plans.
Unfortunately, after consuming Tito's famous hotdurgers, finding out too late that they were accidentally infused with marijuana, there seems to have been a major change in plans. Sent into a cannabis high and becoming too loose and truthful than either would normally be, the two young people then decided to consummate their romantic feelings with sexual intercourse.
Immediately taking to the act of carnal knowledge in the car, they have been carrying on the activity for over an hour, the time being spent mostly consisting of Sam's lack of experience guiding along Reggie's apparent experience. It is only recently in which they have moved on to penetration, and the very act sends the car bouncing up and down as Reggie does on Sam in his seat.
The creaking of the car's build is drowned out from the inside with each other's moans, the noises, their bodies, and their touching encompassing all their sensory input.
"Oh, fuck... Oh, god... I didn't think it'd be this good..." Sam moaned.
"Fuck... Tell me about it... I really needed this... You're even bigger than I thought, Sammy... How the fuck did we even get here?" Reggie moaned.
"I think it's because both of us had so much sexual tension built up from our jobs, and the weed just made us let it out, it makes total sense, especially since we both talked about how much we like each other all this-"
"Damn it, Sammy, do you have to look at everything from such a scientific perspective?"
"Sorry, I can't help it. That's just how I think."
"Well, this isn't a thinking time right now. Just be in this moment."
"Oh, I'm in the moment. I'm just also trying not to cum yet. I've never done this before."
"Really? Fuck, Sammy, you could've fooled me."
"Yeah. That's the difference between jocks like Otto and nerds like me. All jocks think about is sports. All nerds think about is sex."
"Could you please not bring my brother into this?"
"Sorry, sorry."
"Oh, fuck... So good.."
"I know. I can't believe you're my first... and I'm your first..."
"Uh, Sammy, you're not my first."
"...What?"
Before Sam's could further question Reggie's response, their long stakeout finally managed to pay off; the occupants of the house all stepped out of the house, beginning to ride off on their skateboards. It is the penultimate reason for the entirety of the stakeout, and it has finally come to pass...
...but Sam, barely noticing the group leaving out of the corner of his eye, has not yet finished, and is now forced to bring their connection to a premature end.
"Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit!" Sam yelled.
"Is this it? Are you about to cum?" Reggie moaned.
"No, Reggie, they're moving!"
"What?"
"The Rippers, they're moving! Get back in your seat, we need to go!"
"No, don't stop now, I'm almost there!"
"What?! Are you kidding me?! We have to go!"
"Just drive, Sam, drive!"
Reluctantly, Sam reached for the ignition and turned on the car, using all of his remaining willpower to keep his concentration on the road, attempting to push through the challenge of both the marijuana and the ecstasy between him, and Reggie's body in front of him nearly taking all his concentration away and blocking a majority of his sight.
Nonetheless, determined to win, he pressed the pedal to the floor, beginning to race after the skaters and catch them in the act.
[Soundtrack Cue: Snot - Deadfall]
At Skatopia, as the mission to catch the Rippers in the act of terrorizing another business began, the actual act had just begun. Following up on his threat, Mike immediately punched the female employee in the face, knocking her to the floor and bringing upon her a heavy nosebleed.
The rest of the employees of the park took immediate notice of the act of assault, taking a step back at the sight of the Rippers in defense. The other two of the Rippers, Jared, threw down his skateboard and began skating through the park, knocking over several objects and smashing various displays as he moved.
With his two subordinates moving off on their own, Mike and Jared going off on their own preassigned tasks, the remaining Ripper of Otto Rocket began skating through the park as well, attempting to catch up with the others, the belated joining of them making him feel as though his authority was disregarded and irrelevant.
The feeling is distressing and disheartening to him, but he nonetheless carried on to complete the primary objective, utilizing his various weapons to demolish the skate park. Taking to his grenades and several other bombs, smashing anything in his path, Otto took to the job well, sending Skatopia on the way to becoming rubble in minutes.
Scenery like half-pipes, tunnels, ramps, concession stands, tables, chairs, and other various park accessories began were reduced to flames and rubble with each bomb blast, sending loud breaks of the sound barrier within the small confines of the enclosed building and shattering all eardrums within.
Before any of the employees could come to a full understanding of what the park going through, everything in their sight was completely destroyed. Though they are few, the only occupants of Skatopia and almost its only employees, and have no love for their jobs, they all cowered in fear at the high-tech criminals destroying the park, all fearing for their very lives.
And the one woman that Mike punched has something else to fear from, as she will soon learn as he has not yet left her.
Terror ensues not just at Skatopia at this moment in time, but also at the Good Burger, brought about by Twister and Lars. The latter is not the one to begin the physical violence, but instead it is Twister. His weak mind has taken just a little influence from his sociopathic brother, but it is more than enough to drive him to misguided action.
Taking the manager by the shirt, Twister dragged him away from the counter, punching him in the face. The hit compounds with the previous strike he took from Lars, forcing him to fall to the ground. Then, Twister began to stomp on him as he laid on the ground, letting out all his aggressions on his poor victim.
Watching his brother carry on his heinous violence, Lars cheered the act on, taking pride in seeing Twister act in a way he liked.
"That's it, little bro, let it all out!" Lars encouraged.
Now that he successfully warped Twister into letting out his frustrations in an antisocial manner on an innocent man, Lars turned his attention to the young cashier, still not finished with him. The cashier, hoping to find any shelter he could from the incoming attack, cowered in the corner behind the counter, beginning to crawl away in hopes that he could find safety.
"Oh god oh jesus oh shit no please please please god help me through this-" The cashier sobbed.
The hysterical cries for his life, the passing of urine in his pants, are all mental and physical energy expended for naught. As the young cashier crawled away in hopes that his troubles would soon end, it seems that his hopes were soon swept away and far past gone when a hand grabbed him by the back, coming from the robotic arm of Lars.
As the cashier looked up to his captor in fear, Lars responded to his look with a twisted smile.
"See what happens when you don't treat your customers right? Aren't you sorry you didn't give me the service I deserve?" Lars asked.
"Please don't hurt me, I don't wanna die-" The cashier began to say.
"Excuses, excuses. How many times do I gotta say it, white boy? THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT!"
Lars followed his words by dragging the cashier in the middle of the restaurant, preparing to deliver his next punishment to his victim. With the cashier paralyzed in fear and unable to move, Lars threw him against a wall, sending his head crashing through drywall and leaving a hole.
As the cashier attempted to get up, Lars landed a kick to his stomach, making him spit up blood as he took the hit.
"Please... no... I have anemia..." The cashier coughed.
"So? I have gonorrhea, you don't hear me bitching, now, do you?" Lars asked.
On the streets of Ocean Shores, the high-speed pursuit between Sam and Reggie and the 'Rippers' continues on, as does the stoned love-making session between the two, attempting to balance their pursuit with their coitus. Sam puts whatever focus he still retains on the road, hoping dearly that he does not cause them to crash.
The influence of the marijuana is enough of a challenge for Sam to stay on the road, but the body of Reggie Rocket riding on his, her ample breasts bouncing and swaying with the movements of their intimacy and the car alike, are a distraction to his driving and his attention span alike; his logical and animal thoughts struggling for control over the haze of intoxication.
"How close are you?" Reggie asked.
"Do you mean me or the chase?" Sam asked.
"I mean the chase!"
"I don't know, they're pretty fast for only moving on skateboards."
"That's definitely got to be them, nobody could be that fast on-"
Before Reggie could finish her sentence, the session between the two suddenly gave her an unexpected impulse of pain, causing her to let out a yelp.
"Ow, ow, ow, fuck! Ow!" Reggie moaned.
"What, what? What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"I'm getting all dry. It's starting to hurt without anything to lube it up."
"It must be the weed. I remember it gave me a really dry mouth when I smoked, maybe it's doing the same to you."
"Oh, great, now you tell me."
"Should we stop?"
"Fuck, no! I'm not there yet!"
"Reggie, we're in the middle of a car chase!"
"I don't care! I'm horny, and I haven't gotten laid in years! We're gonna finish come hell or high water! Now, find some lube!"
"Okay, okay, okay, okay, uh, hang one a second."
Taking his eyes off the road in sporadic shifts, Sam looked about the car to try to find an available liquid to lubricate their genitals with. Reaching into the armchair compartment of the car, he dug around various items stashed around inside, hoping that his sense of touch would give him indication he found an acceptable item.
What he found was napkins and condiment packets, leftover from various trips to fast food restaurants. The cannabis and more immediate issue of the 'Rippers' designated these as acceptable for his needs. Retrieving a handful of packets, he held them up to Reggie, offering them to her to satisfy her request for a lubricant.
"Here, use that. I can't put it on myself." Sam said.
"That's ketchup, Sammy!" Reggie yelled.
"We don't have anything else!"
"Ugh... Alright, fuck it, give me that."
Frustrated with the lack of options presented to her, Reggie, too, accepted the unwise offering of the ketchup, opening the packets and beginning to apply it on herself.
Back at Skatopia, the Rippers continued to wreak havoc throughout the park, smashing various decorations and skating equipment, carrying on their plan well to reduce the park to nothing. Despite being the newest member to the group, and exhibiting reservations about the mission beforehand, Otto found himself causing the most chaos of the whole group, destroying more than his two teammates combined.
All reservations and skepticism on his part with the Rippers has left him, and all he can find concern about is committing violence just as the others do, venting out his own frustrations on life against the park. He has taken to the lifestyle of the Rippers well, and, at least in this one moment, he has forgotten all about his goal of stopping Alex Gravity and the Rippers.
And he seems to forget about most of reality as well, as he is taken by surprise when Jared comes to his side to pause his violence for conversation.
"I think you're enjoying this a little too much, Otto. A little pent up much?" Jared asked.
"Just letting out some old harbored teen angst against my dad. Working wonders right now, actually." Otto said.
"Well, then, don't let me stop your little therapy session. Just save some for the rest of us."
While the Rippers continued their destruction of the park, the employees of Skatopia, fearful for their lives against the high-tech vandals, hid anywhere that they could find shelter, hoping to be safe against the mayhem occurring in the park. Most of them opted to hide under a nearby sales counter, hoping that they would go unnoticed and be left unharmed by the attackers.
Their limited shelter was soon proven to be ineffective, however, as the Ripper named Jared found them. Thinking he was alone and unwatched by Otto, Jared took a grenade off his suit and pulled its pin, preparing to throw it to the employees and subsequently ending their lives.
"Thank god. I thought Otto wouldn't leave anything for me." Jared said.
Just before Jared could throw the grenade, Otto, out of the corner of his eye, took notice of the impeding murder, shocked out of his own rampage by the sight of it. Carrying enough instincts to ensure no harm would come to any innocents, Otto stopped in his tracks and rushed over to stop him.
Upon reaching Jared, Otto immediately grabbed the grenade out of his hand, throwing it across the park and sparing the lives of the Skatopia employees.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Otto shouted.
"I'm giving these people more reason to leave this city, what's it look like?" Jared asked.
"No, you weren't, you were gonna fuckin' kill 'em! We're not supposed to be killing anyone, remember? The boss said he didn't want anyone dead."
"He said he needs 'em alive to spread the message to get out of here, but we don't need all of them alive to do that. I think a few dead bodies'll give the message a little better, don't you think?"
"I don't think so. I'm an asshole, but I'm not a murderer. Let these guys go."
After taking a moment to decide on his next course of action, briefly contemplating defiance against his team leader, Jared caved to Otto's demands and ended his fight.
"You'd better watch how you act. You're still the new guy, and the boss won't look very kindly to you screwing up our operation." Jared said.
"Nor would he look kindly on you killing other people. Now, how about we forget this and go back to smashing shit?" Otto asked.
"Fair enough."
As Jared left to turn his attention back to demolishing the park, Otto turned his attention to the cowering employees. Just barely able to speak from their state of fear, the employees let out endless thanks to Otto for sparing their lives, bowing to him and some kissing his feet.
"Thank you, sir, thank you." The employees whimpered.
"Don't thank me yet, I got something I want you to do for me. Quit your job and move. Ocean Shores is ours now. Got it?" Otto asked.
"Yes, sir, we'll be gone tonight." One employee whimpered.
"I'll do it, I'm gone first thing tonight." Another employee whimpered.
"I'm out of here. I'm going to Florida." A different employee whimpered.
"Make it first thing tomorrow morning. I don't want you guys forgetting anything important. Now beat it, will you?" Otto commanded.
With their lives spared and their exit made clear, the employees immediately ran out of the building at Otto's command.
As violence upon innocents is thwarted, it is encouraged on and facilitated at the Good Burger. Twister is hard at work letting out his anger and stress on the unwitting manager, laying several punches to his gut and elbows in his back. The manager's portly build is enough to withstand several of the beatings, but his age takes away what vitality and strength that might be enough to make him suffer through the attack better.
Twister has no concern for his victim, only concerning himself with taking full advantage of his outlet, and shouting out his anger towards Otto at the manager.
"How's it feel to be someone else's punching bag, Otto? Not so good, isn't it, fucker?! Doesn't feel so good when someone else just beats on you and beats on you all day, huh?!" Twister shouted.
"Sir, please stop... I didn't do anything to you... I don't know what you're talking about..." The manager groaned.
"I tried and I fucking tried to be the best friend that I could be to you, I hoped that one day you'd come around and hopefully be a better person, but, no, you just never grew the fuck up, did you?"
"Sir... Please...I'm not Otto... I don't know who Otto is..."
"I was always just your fucking toy, just like everyone else you knew! You just took me out whenever you wanted to have some fun, and you put me away when you were done with me! You never wanted to know how I felt inside, all my hopes and dreams! What kind of person I could've been if you'd let me!"
"Sir... Help me... Please..."
"I waited, Otto! I waited for you! I gave you everything I had! I gave you my fucking heart! I loved you, Otto! I LOVED YOU!"
Twister then concluded his shout by grabbing the manager by his head and driving it into his knee, smashing his glasses against his face and shattering into shards, each of which ended up in his face and eyeballs. The manager could no longer even be given a clear vision of what his beating would entail, only able to see his own blood soaking in his eyes.
This was soon accompanied by Twister's fist, beating his face and making his vision black out with every punch.
Lars carried out his violence as well, but held no personal feelings towards the victim he chose, nor channeled any grief or issues on his victim. All he cares for is the chance to beat and torture a victim of his own, and the apathetic cashier he chose minutes ago has become his target.
But violence is not the only desire he has to fulfill. An erection in his pants began to form as well, rising from the other of the two most primary concerns in Lars' mind. With no female in sight, Lars instead turned his attention to the half-beaten cashier he had to work with, propping him up on his knees.
Expecting another beating out of his tormentor, the cashier was instead shocked to see an erected phallus placed in front of him, pleading for his abuse to end.
"N-No, please, don't do this..." The cashier whimpered.
"Too bad, bitch. I don't fuck guys, but you'll have to do. I'll just have to close my eyes and pretend you're a bitch. You look close enough to one, anyway." Lars said.
Shoving his penis down the cashier's throat, Lars began choking him with his genitals, thrusting his member in and out in a rapid succession, fully intent on achieving an orgasm as fast as possible. The running of saliva combined with the blood flowing from the cashier's nose made for a fast and sloppy oral penetration, making him gag on the skin and fluids shoved down his throat.
And the experience is not only lost on Twister, but fully enjoyed by Lars, who moaned at the stimulation he felt.
One sexual encounter is engaged without will or consent from one party, but another continues will full consent from both parties, although at a time when it is not advisable or wise to do so. Still driving down the street in pursuit of a group of skaters they believe to be the Rippers, Sam and Reggie attempt to finish their round of coitus as well while driving.
Also unwise in their decision to do so is their decision to use ketchup as a lubricant, added as an artificial substitute when Reggie could no longer produce her own as a side-effect of their consumed marijuana. So far, it has served well enough as an immediate fix to their problem...
...but it soon comes back to bite them, as the vinegar in the condiment placed inside the sensitive anatomy of Reggie began to take its effect.
"Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh. Oh. Oh! Oh! OH! OW! OW! OW! FUCK!" Reggie screamed.
"What? Do you need more?" Sam asked.
"NO! IT'S FUCKING BURNING! GET IT OUT, GET IT OUT!"
Once again forced to abandon what remaining ability for logic and reason he possessed, Sam reached for a can of Yahoo Soda, pouring it on their crotches as a means of washing away the ketchup. The soda had done its job moderately well, the liquid lightly washing away the condiment and mildly relieving Reggie's pain...
"Ah... Oh, god, it's still there. I can still feel-" Reggie moaned.
...but the cold soda also led to Sam's pelvic muscles beginning to contract, making him release the incorrect fluid inside of Reggie.
"Oh... Oh, Sammy, I can feel you cumming, it's making the pain stop, it's- Wait a minute, that's not cum, it's..." Reggie said.
Then, realizing what was actually happening inside her, Reggie looked at Sam with scorn.
"Sammy... ARE YOU PEEING INSIDE ME?!" Reggie shouted.
"I can't help it. That soda was still cold." Sam said.
"SAMMY...!"
"Look, it got rid of the ketchup, didn't it? Do you want to stop?"
Still not ready to give up on her chance for an orgasm, Reggie decided to continue anyways, still riding him for what she desired.
"Not a fucking word!" Reggie shouted.
"But what if I'm close?" Sam asked.
And in concurrence to the consensual sex gone wrong, there is another instance of sex without consent at Skatopia, but it is not immediately known upon Otto. Having to stop and handle the near-miss of a murder with Jared, Otto has neglected to pay attention to the other of the two Rippers with him, Mike, and has no knowledge of his current whereabouts.
After witnessing what one member of his team was capable of, protective instincts set in to make him see what the other of the two was doing. Returning to the place of the park where the carnage had started, he found Mike once again, as well as the front desk worker which he assaulted.
He also finds that he had not been complacent with simply punching her down, but also progressed towards a rape. Her shirt and brassiere had been ripped off and thrown aside, and Mike had begun work on removing her pants and panties, leaving her fully exposed before him.
Once disposing of the remaining clothing in his way, he began grabbing her breasts and roughly fondling them, licking her nipples as he did so. The unwanted and unwarranted touching and stimulation brought louder screams out from her mouth, raising from the unanswered cries for help she gave before.
"NO! GET OFF ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" The employee screamed.
"Don't worry, baby. My boss said I can't kill you. But I can't let you leave town without a little parting gift. And by that, I mean a baby. I hear the next states over are putting an abortion ban on the ballot." Mike said.
Before he was able to continue further with his sexual assault, Otto body-slammed into Mike, knocking him away from his victim.
"GET THE FUCK OFF HER!" Otto screamed.
Knocking Mike aside and away from the woman, Otto quickly scavenged for her clothes and threw them back to her, urging her to leave the park immediately.
"Go on, get out of here!" Otto shouted.
Covering herself with her discarded clothing, the woman screamed as she ran out from the building, getting away from the threatening situation as fast as possible. Her escape and salvation allowed Otto to take a breath of relief, but that relief was followed by Mike slamming back into him, which he responded to by throwing him against a wall and slapping him.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! You don't fucking rape women, you fucking dog!" Otto shouted.
"I was horny and I couldn't wait to get back to the bitches at home! So what if I stopped for fast food before I got the main course?" Mike asked.
Otto angrily responded by slamming him against the wall, continuing to scream his harsh criticisms Mike's face.
"YOU! DON'T RAPE! WOMEN! YOU FUCKFACE! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Otto shouted.
Grabbing Mike by the head, Otto threw him aside, leaving him to vent out his frustrations on the rest of the park. Angrily looking back at Otto, Mike shouted out obscenities directed towards him as he departed, facing forward as he spoke them as not to come to another confrontation wtih Otto.
Before able to carry on his job, Otto was stopped by Jared once again, speaking to him on a neutral ground instead of a fighting one.
"The fuck is it now? I can't deal with both of you right now." Otto said.
"We're all done here. It's time to burn this bitch down." Jared said.
"Good. I don't wanna spend any more time here. You and the other asshole gave me enough grief tonight."
On the streets of Ocean Shores, the chase between Sam and Reggie and the 'Rippers' was reaching its climax, and, to their relief, they themselves were as well. As Sam tried his best to keep his concentration on the road, it seems that what willpower he had left was now totally gone, focusing only on the moment between him and Reggie as orgasm approached.
Both began to let out primal moans, expressing all relevant emotions in the moment in a manner transcendent of words.
"Oh, god, so close..." Reggie moaned.
"Me too, I'm gonna..." Sam moaned.
As the two spoke and thrusted harder, the 'Rippers' soon took notice of the car following them, beginning to question its motives as it moved closer.
"Hey, what's with that car?" One 'Ripper' asked.
"I don't know, but it's getting awful close for my tastes. Let's lose it." Another 'Ripper' said.
In attempt to get away from their pursuer, the 'Rippers' began to skate faster to get away from the car, hoping to lose it. Sam, not willing to lose the pursuit so easily, sped up to catch up to the skaters, forgetting all about his original reasoning for pursuit and goals, attempting only to gain speed.
As Sam lost his concentration even further in his coming climax, his foot went all the way to the floor from his twitching leg, pushing the car's acceleration to its max and speeding towards the 'Rippers' at speeds that none of them could dodge in time, leading the group to inevitably be hit by Reggie's car.
Just before the car could hit the 'Rippers', one took a look behind him to see the car nearly coming towards him, realizing what was about to happen next.
"Oh, shit." The 'Ripper' said.
At Good Burger, Lars continued forcing fellatio upon the cashier, nearly suffocating him with his incessant thrusts and length preventing him from getting a proper chance to breathe. His resistance was mostly futile under the superior strength of Lars Rodriguez, forced to take his abuse...
...but in one last-ditch effort of survival instincts, the cashier pushed Lars off, coughing up his own saliva and blood to receive oxygen once again.
Unable to achieve orgasm before he wished, Lars began punching the young cashier in the face, landing in several punishing blows that left visible damage on his facial structure. After Lars had delivered his numerous punches to the cashier's face, several teeth had fallen out of his mouth and his eyes turned black, with swaths of blood pouring out from his nose and mouth.
With no more signs of resistance coming from his body, hanging limp in Lars' hold, signaling that he could not take much more punishment before expiring.
"Please... Please stop... Dying... I'm dying..." The cashier coughed.
"What makes you think I want you to live, white boy?" Lars asked.
Preparing to deliver his final blow, Lars dragged the cashier to the front door and placed the his head against the threshold of the front door, what teeth he still had scraping against the metal. Taking a step back, Lars prepared to end the cashier's life, gaining the proper footing to do so.
"Ever watch American History X? Spoiler alert." Lars said.
Then, Lars' foot landed to the back of the cashier's head with a sharp kick, breaking his skull open against the metal threshold and killing the cashier in one blow.
On the streets of Ocean Shores, Sam and Reggie finally reached orgasm together, reaching the end of their mutual act following its decent beginnings and rocky midway. After letting out much built-up energy, the two found themselves struggling to gasp for air after their passion, moaning loudly.
As neither of them could focus on anything else than their own moment of pleasure, however, neither of them took immediate notice of the events unfolding in front of their car, the greatest mistake any driver could make. The instant of orgasm made Sam lay the gas pedal down to the floor, accidentally putting the vehicle at full speed...
...which in turn led him to mow down all of the 'Rippers', leaving them all laying down on the street, surviving the affair with many broken bones.
The victims of what would have been vehicular manslaughter in a less lucky situation were left behind by the car, which continued to drive on without control. Its journey came to an end as it collided with a nearby light post, crashing the car and destroying its engine.
With the park destroyed, the occupants gone, and the message of the Rippers sent out, the titular team began to lay down bombs and flammables around the park, setting up the proper foundation for a large explosion. Upon skating back to the door, Otto threw back a grenade, aiming it at the nearest bomb.
As the grenade ignited the bombs, the Rippers left Skatopia to burn to the ground, erasing its legacy in Ocean Shores.
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With the culmination of all three concurrent events coming to their penultimate climax, the aftereffects of what conspired at Good Burger are soon processed by Twister. After his brother Lars ended the life of the young cashier, he looked at the crushed remains of his skull on the ground, causing him to face a sudden and shocking realization of what had just happened:
Lars had killed someone.
Moreover, he realize he himself was about to do the same to the manager; upon looking down at the heavily bruised manager, seeing him breathe shallowly and gasp for life, Twister immediately began to feel extreme regret for his actions, unable to believe that he himself was capable of such heinous violence, much less his own brother.
Immediately trying to distance himself from his actions, Twister let go of the manager, letting him fall back to the floor, and backed as far away as he could from him with his hands raised. While trying to overcome the horror of his own actions, he rushed over to Lars to confront him over his actions, facing him with a mixture of fear and panic.
"Dude! What did you do?! What did I do?!" Twister pleaded.
"What?" Lars asked.
"You just killed that kid! And I was... I was about to kill that guy, too! What the fuck just happened?!"
"What, that shit? That's not killing someone, little bro. That's kicking ass. Just like this is kicking ass!"
As Lars finished his reply, he changed his arm into its gun form again, aiming it at the customers and preparing to open fire. During the two brothers' assault on the employees of Good Burger, most of the customers simply stood away to avoid the affair, none wishing to attack an armed man.
Upon now being directly threatened by said man, however, the customers began to rush out of the restaurant in fear, in a futile attempt to avoid their untimely deaths. With the customers beginning to run, Lars now opened fire on the civilians, sparing none from his wrath.
Twister forgot moments ago how his victim was a human being with feelings just like himself, but, as he was starkly reminded now, he knows that not only was his own victim of the manager such a person, too, but so were the many customers within, who all fell before Lars' gun.
Among the first of Lars' victims was a middle-aged man with a loving wife, the two simply seeking a peaceful dinner together.
Another was an older woman widowed by her dead husband who lived with her children and grandchildren, simply seeking a moment to herself.
Another was a 12-year old boy who loved video games and dreamed of making some of his own, his life taken along with his mothers'.
Another was a college student who was struggling to decide what he wanted to do with his life, his indecision never resolved.
Twister does not know any of the customers' own pasts or backstories, but he feels their fear and losses nonetheless. With each and every bullet that Lars fired, more and more people turned from individuals with names and dreams into dead, rotting meat with every bullet that entered their bodies.
After every death, Lars laughed more and more as each body piled up, not caring in the slightest for his victims. Conversely, Twister felt more and more guilty, with tears coming from his eyes, and a strong desire for the terror to stop, but the rest of his body in far too in shock to do anything about the numerous killings happening before him.
In the midst of his slaughter, one particular person caught Lars' eye: A teenage girl that barely looked 15. Still feeling aroused and unsatisfied from his previous sexual assault, seeing the girl gave him an inspiration to see it satisfied. Lars then shot her in the leg rather than in any vital organs, ensuring the rest of her was unscathed and ready for his needs.
After the bullet entered her leg, the girl immediately fell to the ground, crying in agony from her wound. With his prey maimed and within his reach, Lars gave an evil smile and approached her with a carnal desire in his eyes, snickering and retrieving his genitals once again as he walked towards her.
Both horrified and shocked at the sight of many people gunned down so easily and dismissively, including her own family, who laid alongside her on the ground, the teenage girl tried her best to crawl away from Lars, hoping to find shelter away from him and his primal desires.
Despite her best struggles to crawl away, the teenage girl could not escape Lars' approach. Preparing to make good on his plans for the young girl, Lars grabbed her off the ground by her leg using his mechanical arm, pulling her up and forcing her against a table, leaving the two facing each other.
"Well, hello there, cutie pie. What's your name?" Lars asked.
Angered by the monster that murdered her family and obviously in no mood for pleasantries with this man, the girl replied by spitting in Lars' face. After wiping the spit from his cheek, Lars immediately reacted by slapping her in the face, leaving her lying on the floor in pain.
"Okay, fine. I don't care about your name anyway. However..." Lars trailed.
Lars picked the girl back up, placed her back over the table, and began to pull down her pants, continuing on his plans for her.
"...I do care about something you got that the bitch-boy at the register didn't have. Something fresh and pink of yours that I-" Lars began to say.
To the rescue came Twister, no longer able to sit on the side to his brother's horrific actions. Deciding to take a stand to stop Lars, Twister managed to overcome his shock and tackle Lars before he could reach the girl's underwear, temporarily saving the young girl.
"What the hell are you doing?! I said, what the hell are you doing?! Are you completely insane?!" Twister shouted.
"Hey, what's your problem, little bro? I thought we were buds again!" Lars protested.
"Fuck you! First, you kill a bunch of innocent people, now, not only were you gonna rape that girl, but she's only 14! What's wrong with you?!"
"You were about to kill that fat manager fuck a minute ago. Besides, she looks 15 to me, but who's counting?"
"Dude! Were you dropped on your fucking head before I was born?"
"Hey, man, my job is to get these losers out of Ocean Shores. They said they didn't want anybody killed, but I'm getting a little tired of that bullshit rule. What's the point of getting a big fucking gun if I don't get to kill somebody with it? Just taking advantage of the job benefit."
"'Job benefit'?! This isn't right, Lars! I can't let you do this! You can't kill people, and you can't rape underage girls!"
"I don't rape underage girls, bro. I make love to them. But, if you insist..."
Lars then shot the teenage girl in the head, much to Twister's shock and disapproval.
"...there's always some better sluts that know what they're doing, and I always wanted to see what happens when you shoot a bitch in the back of the head." Lars said.
Unable to further argue against Lars, nor even process the violence that unfolded in the Good Burger, Twister's mind was overwhelmed with stress and anxiety to a point where consciousness could no longer even be sustained. All attempts at trying to speak out against the atrocity resulted in but moans and grunts, his attempts at speech made in vain.
Soon, Twister fell to the floor, passing out in a faint. The display of mental exhaustion is a sight that would normally get a laugh from the nihilistic Lars, especially when seeing his own brother fall so easily, but the sight does not. Instead, it only brings him a sense of disappointment, looking down on his unconscious brother with an annoyed groan.
Reluctantly picking his brother over his shoulder, Lars began to leave the Good Burger, taking Twister along to spare him of any incrimination of the massacre. Taking a pair of grenades out of his pocket, he pulled their pins with his teeth, tossing them into the kitchen and dining area.
As the Good Burger exploded behind him, Lars retrieved his hoverboard from a secluded area, stepping onboard and beginning to skate off.
While departing the scene of the crime, Lars soon tossed Twister off of his shoulder near Madtown, leaving his brother behind to fend for himself. Continuing to skate off, he paid no more mind to Twister, he left him without help or support, caring not for whether he would recover.
Twister himself does not care if he comes to consciousness again, either, because his own trauma prevents him from doing so. Without any support around him, he is disconnected from any means of finding life again, and is condemned to his death-like coma he is stuck in.
And quiet and deathlike he remains, laying without a thought in his head save for the violence he witnessed.
Elsewhere, on another street of Ocean Shores, there is another act of destruction that took place, but, although it is one with no deaths, it has its injuries. Sam and Reggie have been in pursuit of a group of skaters that they believed to be the Rippers, as informed by Otto, but a long series of events has led them into a car crash followed by sex within said car.
But the crash is of no concern to Sam or Reggie, who only cared for the pleasure they both had, and the company they provided each other.
"Wow... That was just... Wow..." Sam moaned.
"You said it... Definitely one hell of a story to tell later, huh?" Reggie asked.
"Yeah... It was..."
Despite the two simply wanting to continue to bask in their afterglow, common sense began to settle in as the orgasm passed, leading them to come to a sharp and dire realization about their current situation. Looking around, they noticed that the car had crashed, and the engine had died.
"Oh, shit." The two said in unison.
Sam reached for the key and began to turn it, only to receive nothing but squeals as the engine failed to start. Realizing that her car was damaged, Reggie screamed multiple obscenities in anger, pounding her fist against Sam's seat to vent out her rage and frustrations.
"Goddammit! I only had a few payments left! We totaled the fucking car!" Reggie shouted.
But the problems had begun to compound on one another as a voice came from outside the car, crying out in pain.
"Hey, asshole, can't you see we're fucked up over here?! Call 911!" A voice called.
"Crap! The Rippers! We've caught them in the act, let's take them!" Sam said.
Carefully disconnecting himself from Reggie, Sam immediately stepped out of the car, beginning to rush after the 'Rippers' under the belief that he successfully stopped them. However, as noticed by Reggie, he forgot a particular article of clothing that one would expect others to wear in a public setting...
...his pants.
Upon seeing his pants in the seat next to her, Reggie immediately took after Sam, bringing the pants with her, hoping to fix his mistake.
"Wait, Sammy! You forgot your pants!" Reggie said.
Running to the roadside, Sam took to interrogating the downed 'Rippers', starting with the first one he came into contact with.
"What's Alex Gravity's plan?! Why are you driving people out of their jobs?!" Sam yelled.
"What? What the fuck are you talking about, man?!" The 'Ripper' replied.
Sam then looked closer at the victim of interrogation, finding it to be none of the Rippers in the attire Otto described, but instead a skater Randy Raucous, leader of a mediocre skate team known as the Rowdy Boyz. After looking at the team's skateboards, he also found that their skateboards were not the scientifically advanced hoverboards, leading to larger questions.
"Where are the hoverboards?!" Sam asked.
"Hoverboards? What the hell are you talking about, man?" Randy asked.
"You're the guys who blew up my store and ran off on hoverboards! You were going to hit another store! You're the Rippers! Where are the hoverboards?!"
"Blowing up stores? Hoverboards? What the fuck? We were going out for some tacos, man. We were watching some Cheech and Chong, smoking a few bowls, and we got hungry. Who the hell's talking about hoverboards? And why the fuck are you not wearing any pants?"
Upon realizing that the skaters were not the Rippers, Sam began to feel a sense of defeat after the ordeal that he and Reggie had went through, having realized that they were staking out the home of the Rowdy Boyz for nothing. But more importantly, he realized something else of more significance:
Otto knew this as well, and fed them incorrect intel on purpose.
Reggie then hurried back with his pants, running forward with the ironic lack of awareness that she herself were not wearing hers.
"Sammy, Sammy! Wait! Your pants!" Reggie called.
"These guys aren't the Rippers." Sam said.
The news came as a shock to Reggie as it did to Sam as well, leading her to come to the same conclusions as him.
"What?!" Reggie shouted.
"Otto must've given us these guys as a patsy. He's protecting the Rippers. That means-" Sam began to say.
"He's switched sides on us. That son of a bitch."
"Hey, assholes! On the ground and bleeding here! Can I get some help?!" Randy shouted.
Before the two could continue their conversation, Sam knelt down to Randy Raucous, attempting to help him as best as he could with little resources in his immediate availability to do so. Reggie, on the other hand, did not see to the others' needs yet, instead fulfilling her own by sitting aside and squatting to urinate.
"Reggie, what are you doing?" Sam asked.
"I'm peeing. I can still feel some of that ketchup in me, and that Yahoo Soda isn't helping either. And I think some of this is your pee." Reggie said.
"Sorry. So much for this stakeout. Remind me never to eat anything off Otto's weed-grill again."
"Ketchup? Hoverboards? Weed-grills? What the fuck kind of night are you people having?" Randy asked.
"Pal, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Oh, try me. There's nothing crazier that can be going on right now than getting run the fuck over by a couple of assholes-"
Randy's words were then cut short by a loud, blaring siren and the flashing of blue and red lights, immediately recognizable as belonging to a police car. Upon hearing the siren and seeing the lights, Sam and Reggie looked to the patrol cars with wide eyes and shocked faces, realizing how dire their current situation now became.
On top of having run over a group of skaters, crashed their car, and one of them beginning to urinate in public, the worst reminder came to the two by Randy, who said...
"...who aren't wearing pants." Randy finished.
Looking down at his uncovered groin, Sam instinctively covered his crotch, meekly crouching in fear. Reggie followed a similar approach, trying in vain to cover her vulnerables, but the effort was worthless when the police came out from their cars, looking at the bizarre situation with confusion as they literally caught their victims with their pants down.
"What... the...fuck...?!" One cop asked.
Sam and Reggie then made no more attempts to cover themselves, raising their hands to the police in surrender.
"This is bad, right?" Sam asked.
"Oh, yeah. This is very, very bad." Reggie said.