"That's not going to be necessary, Abe."

Vince Frankenclone and Abe Lincoln continue their conversation. It's now half past three.

"I have a question to ask you, if I may?"

Abe nods. "Go ahead."

"What is your end goal here? What exactly are you hoping to accomplish by getting into fights with this exremist group?"

"Someone has to." Answers Abe. "History tells us what happens if nobody stands up to people like them. The original Abe Lincoln knew that fighting was necessary. It's the same thing today."

"Abe, we have laws put in place to prevent things from escalating… Fighting is not the answer."

"I don't expect you to understand."

"I think I understand it just fine. It's you who doesn't understand." Vince's words were enough to make Abe's blood start to boil. What the hell has he ever fought for? What would the original Vincent Price say about all of this?

Vince continues. "Look… you're angry. I get it. But people often don't make the best decisions under anger. Usually, these kinds of decisions end up making problems worse… not better."

Abe squints his eyes. Vince noticed this but decided not to point it out.

"Are you advising me to do nothing? Just sit back and let everything happen?"

"I'm advising you to do the right thing." Said Vince. "You can start by staying out of trouble. Continue helping whoever you can in any way you can. Just don't get into any fights. You're not… doing anybody any favors with them."

They sat in silence for a bit before Abe spoke again.

"I can't tell whether you're delusional… or just overly ignorant. Clone High is fighting a war right now and you're not helping us!"

"Clone High ISN'T at war!" Vince raised his voice. "You're just making yourself THINK that it is! All because of that book I was careless enough to misplace."

"You've… read the book, haven't you!?" Abe argues back. "We both know the same things… We're both woke… So why is it that you aren't helping me?"

"I AM helping you!" Vince yells. Abe couldn't help but note that his tone is starting to become inhuman. For lack of a better term.

Vince continues. As he spoke, the calm side of him began to slip away. "I'm trying to make you see that it isn't up to us! You think I WANT white supremacists near the students!? I DON'T! But it's entirely out of our control! Don't you see!? If they ever start getting violent, the responsible thing to do is to let the police handle it! We're not living in some stupid… comic book world! This is real life! I can't believe that I have to explain all this to you!"

Abe shook his head. All he heard was a bunch of mangled garbage. If Vince isn't with him, he's against him. There is no middle ground in the fight against racism.

"I know in my heart that I'm doing the right thing, Mr. Frankenclone. Those racist and homophobic bastards deserve every bit of pain coming their way.

They know we're not afraid of them. They know they can't control us. That's why they'll try to fight us. And we have to hit them with everything we have. Anything less and more innocent people get hurt. There's only so much the authorities can do."

Vince, at this point, isn't looking at Abe. He's looking down at the floor. He speaks with a tone more crooked than before. "I can't stop it… I've slipped too far… I'm so sorry for what'll happen next, Abe… Forgive me."

Abe could only watch as Vince began to mutate and transform right in front of him. He must have flipped his switch or something because he's starting to regret starting that argument with him.

Vince's clothes began to tear apart as his muscle mass grew. His jaw began to unhinge like a snake while his eyes started glowing red. The monster within Vince Frankenclone had awakened.

Abe got up from his seat and got into his fighting stance. Running is technically an option, but he'd be running the risk of letting somebody innocent get hurt or killed. He can't have that on his conscience. The fight he's gotten himself into has to be his best fight ever, or else he'll be the monster's first victim.

With sharp claws, the monster tried to attack Abe, but he was faster and kept evading.

The monster stood a good four inches taller than he is, so he needed to move faster than normal. It's a good thing he had been well prepared to face an opponent taller than he is.

When looking through videos on the internet one day, he stumbled across a video that explains how shorter fighters can gain an advantage against taller opponents if they know the right tactics.

His usual fighting style isn't going to pull it off for him this time. For this fight, he's going to have to borrow heavily from Leif Erikson. He leans forward so that his chest is closer to the monster than his feet, and then begins anticipating where he can find an opening.

The monster, meanwhile, had only one thing on its mind. Kill anything moving. No strategy whatsover. Much like Confucius in his fight with JFK. Only difference being it has the capacity to mutilate its victims.

Abe went on to attack the monster in the gut. Quickly wearing it down. Big muscles require a lot of energy, and Vince never eats any more than what he needs to survive. So there isn't very much for the monster to work with. The fight is quickly turning in Abe's favor.

But still, he can't afford to make even one mistake. He kept that in mind until he heard the monster start gasping for air. That can only mean that it was unintentionally holding its breath during the fight. A fatal mistake.

Taking this opportunity, Abe pulls down his face covering. He hasn't done this in a while, but it should be more than enough to finish the monster. He focused all the energy he could spare at the bottom of his throat, then he felt the back of his eyes begin to make sparks.

The monster moved forward to attack Abe, but by then it was too late. A blinding ray of light was produced from Abe's mouth and eyes accompanied by a deafening fog horn noise. All those hours of practicing his lighthouse impression was bound to be useful someday.

Now blinded, the monster fell to the ground. Steam began to emit from its body as it began to turn back to normal. Vince was quick to regain what he had temporarily lost control of. What he had contained within himself would have gone on a killing spree if Abe didn't put a stop to it. He now owes him a great debt.

But he didn't get the chance to thank the hero of Clone High, as Abe grabbed a nearby broomstick and began to strangle him with it while he was still on the floor.

"You don't belong in this school." He heard him say. "You belong in a government lab far away from all the teenagers… You monster."

Vince could only barely move his arms. He now fears that he'll be dead before he'll gain enough strength to avoid being killed. There's only one option left. Something that can be used only as a last resort against Abe. He didn't want to do this, but the only other option is dying.

He spoke, trying to be as clear as he could.

"Gandhi's… Still… Frozen."

Hearing the name of his best friend that he's known for the longest time was enough to make Abe weaken his grip.

Still frozen. That would explain why he hasn't been seeing him.

"What?"

Without warning, Vince shoves Abe backwards, feeling enough of his strength return. Unfortunately for him, the back of Abe's head collided with the teacher's desk. Knocking him out cold.

"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no." Vince looks over the unconscious Abe. "I am so fired." He takes a moment to look over his body.

"He's still breathing. Thank god. I can still help him… I can still-"

He then felt a hand on his shoulder. Somebody has come up on him from behind. As soon as he turns his head to face whoever this person is, he receives a punch to the face. Knocking him out cold.

"I knew fog horn meant trouble. Didn't think the Guidance Counselor of all people would be working against us." JFK looks down at Abe. He couldn't leave school just yet. Not without his best friend by his side. He already lost Ponce and there's no way in hell he's going to lose another friend.

"I got you, buddy. I got you." He said as he carried Abe in his arms. He's put on some weight recently, but he didn't mind all that much.

Walking out of the classroom, he spoke to his unconscious friend again. "I'm helping you just like you have helped me."