Fuck the Five Penis Man, or Cinco pene hombre as you like to call him. He can't stop you if he can't find you. You pack a few things withdraw four hundred dollars from the bank and climb into [[Andrew McFings window. Andrew, who is never called Andy And's or Rifle Pumus is not home. Sometimes he is called A McFing. He is sometimes referred to as Fing.
Anyway dudes not home. You clear out a space in one of the trash and debris filled spare bedrooms. McFing's roomates have long ago fled his uncleanly chaos.
McFing doesn't have a TV new enough to receive a digital signal or a working computer. Its the radio for entertainment. His bass guitar and amp is missing so he is probably out on tour somewhere with The McFing Experience. You search the place and you only find a couple grams of a purple crystal coated kind bud. He must be planning on being away awhile. Lots of folks come by and knock, you don't answer and they go away. All hours they knock.