The scene opens up this evening in that of a moving automobile, out on the highway somwhere. At the wheel of the vehicle with sunglasses on, is Alicia Helmsley. "Pretty Fly" by the Offspring plays on the stereo as Dorito is seen sitting opposite corner from Alicia in the back with his feet and legs up on the seat as his laptop rests on him.

Alicia: Uh-huh, give it to me baby. Give it to me baby!

Dorito: Can't you play some other cd?

Alicia: What would you want?

Dorito: How about nothing? For a change...

She shuts the music off.

Alicia: I'm so glad you decided not to bring that gun. Stooping to that level is so assinine.

Dorito: It's said the best way to catch a fly is with honey, or something like that, I can't recall what it is off-hand, but there is a better way. There is always a better way.

Alicia: I still can't believe he did that though, and that Kylie would have done that to you. But if I ever get a chance with that wench, I'll, I'll, I'll...

Dorito: Give her a different look.

Alicia: Yeah! What are you going to do tomorrow though? You have to fight Peccant in the main event. And you've never faced anyone of that size before.

Dorito: Or of that age. I don't give a damn about Peccant, not one bit. He may be as old as screwballs like Excidium or Diablo who claim to be as old as time itself. I've seen so many of them while I was in Northern that you'd think there would be enough of them to fill a city like New York a few times over. Too many of them have a habit of watching some crappy TV show like Highlander or movies like Crow for low-level insubordinate entertainment to fill the void of them being geeks in elementary and high school while the guys that ran the school, like me, beat them out of society. They couldn't play ball, no way they could keep pace in the great race. Only thought they ever had of getting back was to dress so different and become so different as to instill fear in those like me. And while a great many of us wouldn't know what to think, as for being told to be like that, they would run away, thus building esteem in the freaks. And from there it becomes a trend, thus losing their identity and becoming no different at all than who I was in high school, a player in all sports, and most of the time varsity captain. That was then, this is now. However, in Germany the ratio of freaks to normals is much more equal than here, and in Germany things were different, a little bit. Germany ranks second in the world with three-hundred-some gun-caused deaths a year, while the United States is first with eleven thousand gun deaths a year, which doesn't get said very much.

Alicia: That's a HUGE difference between first and second.

Dorito: Like there's a huge difference in my size and Peccant's. He's seven feet, weighs a hundred plus pounds more, and he's so old that technically Peccant the Peasant could be God's great-uncle, if there was a God. No one knows who God truly is because everyone has a different god, a different world, a different reality.

Alicia: There you go again with this religion and reality BS.

Dorito: Yes, haha, BS, sure, whatevah. The one who denies their own truth is more blind than the man who cannot see.

Alicia: What is that supposed to mean?

Dorito doesn't bother to answer as he types on the laptop a bit. Several moments go by as Alicia passes a car on the highway.

Alicia: Making some great time. Should be in Billings in about two hours.

Dorito: One hour and fifty-six minutes at this rate of travel. I'm not worried about Peccant. My focus is on him entirely, he's the next roadblock in my path to Matt, the next tree, and what a mighty oak he is. The only thing that could cost me the match is if I trip on a cord to his oxygen tank with the tubes going from that to his nose so he can keep breathing, and if he falls on me and somehow gets a three count. Perhaps the only wrestler in the company that gets senior citizen discounts at some food stops. But you'd have to think, after two and a half billion years on this planet, he wouldn't have to pay thirty-seven cents for a cup of coffee at a McDonald's. No, the little happy-go-lucky dweebs always saying "thank you" at McDonald's shouldn't be charging him but thanking their stars for the chance just to meet someone so old as Peccant and that someone as in infinitely unbelievable condition that he looks to be in could still be in. If anyone ever asked how many kids he has, he'd never be able to tell you, for he's mated with so many different species. One could only hope he was sterile from the start when the earth was just ocean and perhaps an island or two.

Alicia: Gross. I always kinda wondered though if his earhairs were older than me.

Dorito: Older than the bible, and according to that life began like six thousand years ago or so.

Alicia: At least you've got your mind off of Matt and on Peccant, so this is good.

She touches a couple buttons on the car stereo and Dorito's face goes motioness as he stops moving, except for his lips for a second.

Dorito: Maaaaatt...

Alicia: Mmmbop!

And with that, "Mmmbop" by Hanson begins playing as the scene fades out.