Cruel Wadley makes the first move, charging straight towards M'lizza and slamming the Kinkslayer into the ground right in front of the megahomunculus, sending a bolt of green lightning skywards. M'lizza is struck, and spasms violently as the green energy courses through its body. Wadley wastes no time in going for a follow up attack, using Snowflakes Are Dancing to send numerous rocks and other small objects lying around into the distance. Wadley waits for M'lizza to finish spasming, and when the beast comes towards him, he calls back all of the projectiles he sent out, and they slam into M'lizza from all sides like bullets, once again disrupting M'lizza's attempted attack. M'lizza lets out a furious gurgle, but Wadley hasn't even broken a sweat, and casts more greenergy bolts towards M'lizza, completely overwhelming the megahomunculus.
"WHERE IS IRVING CRACKASS?" a voice screeches, as Repentimus dive-bombs towards the ongoing battle. Wadley makes the mistake of diverting his attention to glance at Repentimus, and when he looks back, M'lizza is nowhere to be found. Just as Repentimus lands nearby, the ground begins to rumble, and M'lizza emerges right beneath Wadley, swallowing him whole. Repentimus, seeming to realize that the thing he's looking for isn't here, shoots The Chain to a nearby pole, using it to sling himself away from the scene, just as Harrdy pulls up.
"Gosh darn it, I can't keep up with you, dude!" pants Harrdy, as he continues trying to keep up with Repentimus.
Back in Dethe Bestn, a distressed citizen runs up to Wasted Woo.
"Officer, officer! My toilet is backed up, you need to help me!" says Susan Sahn.
"That's not my job." Wasted Woo grunts.
"Yes it is! I know there's a criminal down there causing trouble! I can hear him when I walk around in unsafe alleyways at night!"
"Alright, if you say so, I guess I'll check it out." Wasted Woo says, before heading to the nearest manhole cover and popping it open for easy entry. Once he heads into the sewers, Wasted Woo sees an entire mansion blocking the sewer system. There's also very loud music blasting from the house. On the wall of the house, Wasted Woo spots a poster, warning of seven telltale signs of a bad financial advisor, which is a little bit worrying since the poster shows a picture of Wasted Woo's own financial advisor, Bankkount. Wasted Woo barges inside, and sees COOL FREE washing his dishes in his luxurious kitchen. During the past three months, COOL FREE has been using Back on the Market to rack up plenty of riches, and he built this entire house from the ground up. Bankkount walks in from the bathroom, spotting Wasted Woo and tapping COOL FREE on the shoulder to get his attention. COOL FREE turns around to face the officer.
"What seems to be the problem, officer?" COOL FREE asks, crossing his arms.
"You're committing a crime right now, I hope you realize." Wasted Woo says sternly.
"What I do down here is not the business of the law. This is my private property."
"Then I guess I'll have to deliver justice myself." Wasted Woo draws his Whappin' Stick, but just before he can strike COOL FREE, Sewer Samuel steps out from the same bathroom Bankkount was in, and loudly claps his hands, as though to get the attention of the others.
"What the…who let you in here?" Bankkount asks, startled that someone may have been watching him do his business. Sewer Samuel's eyes seem to light up, and as he speaks, he invokes the power of an ancient, sealed away reality-bender known as Transformer, causing his words to become fact as he speaks them.
"Award winning film director Jaws. Director Jaws. Jaws. Jaws. Jaws. Jaws." Samuel states, and as soon as he says this, Director Jaws. Jaws. Jaws. Jaws. Jaws. manifests next to him out of thin air.
"Who the hell is that?!" Wasted Woo says, shocked at this sudden occurrence.
"This little kid is always trying to get in trouble." Samuel begins, causing Jaws's age to visibly regress. "He will rip, throw, puke, and spit. He will eat anything you put on a sandwich, and he will drink sink water like it's a goddamn liquid. And that's all because he has no self-control, that kid Jaws. He's crazy, and he's self-destructive, and it's all because he refuses to watch that movie, Jaws. All he ever does is run out in front of everyone, jump into the water, swim to the other side, and die."
As Samuel narrates these details, Jaws starts acting strangely, guzzling water from COOL FREE's sink before attempting to swim in it, resulting in him drowning.
"HEY! I don't know how you did it, but you definitely just killed that man! Put your hands in the air!" Wasted Woo barks, but Samuel just keeps staring at him.
"There was a boy named Mike who died one day. The boy's body was discovered by the cops with a knife buried in its foot." Samuel states. Suddenly, Wasted Woo feels a strong inclination to open the nearby closet, and when he does, he finds the body of Mike, the famous fry vendor from Costa Brava, with a knife in his foot. Wasted Woo realizes that this strange power Samuel holds to distort reality is far too dangerous and unpredictable, and that he'll likely only make things worse if he continues provoking Samuel. As such, Wasted Woo brings out Synchronicity II, and uses it to clear the illegal sewer blockage that is COOL FREE's mansion.
"Dude, what the hell. Why did you do that?" COOL FREE sighs, shaking his head.
"Look, I don't know what's going on here, but that guy is clearly a problem. I did my job here, and now I will leave you alone." Wasted Woo says, being careful to direct his words very obviously towards COOL FREE and Bankkount and not towards Samuel. COOL FREE and Bankkount glance at each other, seemingly coming to the same conclusion, and they run down the sewer in the opposite direction as Wasted Woo leaves, leaving Samuel idling by himself. After a few minutes, the clacking of a metal prosthetic against the sewer floor echoes through the space, as another figure steps towards Samuel.
"Hey." a gruff voice rings out, and Samuel turns towards it with a beaming grin.
"Ah! A pleasure to see you! Come in, Sam-o!" Samuel says, opening his arms in a welcoming gesture.