Fredrich Blackstreak is a no show
You Motely and scrimm wait and drink beer and smoke a couple joints. fredrich never shows up. at some point you have a long beer piss. during this time Motely notices your wallet fell out and its laying on the couch and he goes through it. sadly your Oil for the Loyal membership card is in there. when you return from the john you see Motely pointing a forty five handgun at you. "Oil for the loyal huh motherfucker?". Scrimm formerly unseen grabs you from behind. You are held fast. "Check out his guitar case', Scrimm says. Motely opens the case to reveal your A K 47. "Get this fuckerheado outside", Motts says. Scrimm roughly drags you outside while you struggle desparatly. When you are out in the front yard. "I have a message for your masters", MOtt says as he blasts a round into your kneecap with your own gun. Your leg is hanging by a handfull of threads and tendens now. You pass out in pain. When you wake up, surprised to wake up at all you have been dumped in the wilderness. You are half in the water and half on the beech of a swamp. Hundreds of insects are feasting on your wound as if you are already dead.
