The scene opens up back in the night club from a couple weeks ago, hundreds of people moving to the beat of the pulse, each in their own trance as "1998" by Binary Finary, remixed by Paul Oakenfold, flows through the minds of everyone. The camera ever slowly pans over the heads of many, then fast-forwards very quickly over more people and slows down after not even two seconds, coming up to Alicia and Dorito who are arguing by a bench near the wall.

Alicia: Why aren't you dancing?

Dorito: The bet was that I'd come out here again. You never said anything about having to dance with people. And you know how I feel about people!

Alicia: Blah blah blah, so you don't like being around other people.

Dorito: That, plus people scare the crap out of me. A person is smart and thoughtful, but a people are angry, scared, nervous, and murderous. It's American Society. And do you know how many of these people have diseases that they know about, and how many they don't?

Alicia: What's that? You think you're gettin' some tonight, brah? Haha, good luck. Hell, I'll even go find a couple of girls for you! Ooh yeah, D's gettin' laid toniiight...

She rubs his head for a second as she turns about and starts mingling through the sea of bodies. He sports an eyebrow for a second or two, then shakes his head. He looks down at the ground, his head hanging low as he begins to think silently to himself.

Dorito: Why is she doing this? Why is she so open and carefree like this? All these people, these rats, these vermin, these social strangers all coming to this one location. Why? For what reason? Because this is what we see in movies and television while growing up as children and teenagers? Something completely different, that allows us to not be ourselves, to take away all of our worries and fears and thoughts, to strip us to simply gyrating entities. Almost like a small tree in heavy wind, getting rocked back and forth, but without the music. There's no cares, no worries, no family, no nothing. At least, that's how it looks to those who simply see the tree. It's like these all these persons here. But the tree is alive, it is scared, it is worried, will it stay alive and not tip over from this wind? No one will really care if a tree was cut down, yet there's such a big fuss of things when a person is cut down to cease to live. Trees produce oxygen while giving back to the world, while humans produce methane and carbon dioxide gases as they inadvertently try to kill the world. Every human on this planet is at least an attempted murderer. Dogs, cats, so they are as well. All this talk of getting into heaven by living a good life and trying to help others. So how does anyone actually try getting into heaven when each person through basic life is killing God's first great creation in small doses. Perhaps the greatest distortion of all is that God is actually good, for if the ideal place to be after death is heaven, then life is hell and since you try killing God's creation of Earth, even if you never meant to you still do it, thus everyone, no matter how holy, still goes down after death. So what would be the harm to the planet of the elimination of a few of these people? None actually, as the body could be used for genetic testing or mulch for more trees. The Tree Community would be thankful to me. I took one life already, so I'm already helping the planet just a little bit, so why not continue the efforts to bring this dying planet back to some health? Abortion is such a hot legal issue here in the United States, yet it's practically a requirement in a country such as China. And what does it matter if a few unbirthed lives are killed before being born? And what are the consequences? Oxygen allowed for more people, food is saved, less trash will be caused, and more fresh water saved to be wasted by more people. Granted some unborn child could have been the next Micchio Kaku or Albert Einstein, but with how restricted US classrooms have become and creativity becoming more and more less welcomed and thought upon as cheap entertainment for shocking controversy is what brings about instant popularity. Yet go to a first grade class with children who can actually read and write, which is becoming less common as now it's looked upon that by the age of ten that most children should be able to read and write basic words whether than the age of five that it was only two decades ago. But what would be the answers to the question you ask that classroom of children of what they would want to be when they grow up? And I guarantee you that the astronaut response would have dwindled from what the amount of responses it was say ten, twenty, or even thirty years ago. Technology and the advancement of life and technology is looked down upon as instead of piracy being looked at as a sign of creativity and intelligence, it's not conforming with what we're all told to do and go about. Freedom, they say? I think not. But what's so bad about abortion then when unemployment is rising, welfare offices are shutting down as Bush directs more money toward the military, and a majority of the money to basically help build to the future, like hospitals, education, low-income housing, are cut to be directed toward the military and government officials giving themselves another increase in pay? When has that vote ever been voted down by politicians? What if those politicians had been aborted before birth? What would the world be like now? What would it be like had Nader been given a fair shot as a candidate for president and had been looked at as a respectable candidate and not just people looking at the mirror images of Bush and Gore? Perhaps abortion of both of those men would have been a good thing. Murder is good.

Dorito: Murder is good.

A woman a couple feet away looks over toward Dorito and walks up to him.

Woman: Hi! I totally agree with you, surrender is good.

Dorito looks up at her.

Dorito: Surrender?

Woman: Yeah. You were thinking about the war in Iraq, right?

Dorito: There's a war in Iraq?

Woman: Duh, it's all over the news.

Dorito: The news in this country are depressing and press violence as a way of making a buck.

Woman: You against the government or something? Cause I heard you say surrender is good, and Iraq has surrendered, although the war officially isn't over according to Mr. Bush.

Dorito: Oh yes, I have heard of an operation in Iraq. I remember reading news coverage from English and French reporters that traveled with the marines and reported of the many innocent people shot and killed as they were simply in their way, intentionally or not, they were in the way.

Woman: Those Iraqi scum were using kids as shields.

Dorito: How about the children riding bicycles about on a nice day out, unaware of a war even, and get sniped by the military?

Woman: Never heard about that.

Dorito: Of course not. Wouldn't look good for the US, and since news stations are pre-scripted and looked over by government officials, this actually admitted by CNN, then something like that would get edited out. Control the media, and you control how people think.

Woman: Well...

Dorito: And I said murder is good, in the first place.

She stands there for a couple of seconds with a disgusted look on her face, then slaps him as she turns around and wanders off into the crowd, upset. Dorito just hangs his head back down.

Dorito: Stupid person. Why am I still here? I said I'd come here in the first place as part of that stupid bet with Alicia. And I swear that was cheating. Yet, she never did say anything about having to be running to race. She never did say anything about not using a car. That wasn't fair, but things really aren't fair. It gives way to complain about because it may not go as you planned. Whether it be cooking a meal, drawing a picture, stacking a deck of cards to build a house, or planning a night of intrigue, mystery, suspense, and build up to sex at the end of an amazing date. But I don't date. These people scare me, yet I shouldn't have any fear. These people are different, they're all beautiful people. Every baby is cute when it's born, but when a person grows, so many cute babies turn horribly ugly, while a few stay beautiful. It's not hard to lose that beauty, but it's even harder to change from ugly to pretty. But what I don't like is when instead of beautiful people giving to those less DNA-fortunate and turn from a cute baby to an ugly person to be riddled by other pretty people and separated from in high school and life into separate classes based simply upon how they look...this club is like that. Where else can you gain access to just by how you look, or the size of your bankroll? People who get allowed into one of these have something that ugly people want: beauty, money, popularity, fame, or other. Pain Express might be able to get into a club, being the world champ, but without it, he has no chance. WhirlWind could get in no problem, the same for Tyler McClelland. Peccant would probably toss the bouncer aside to get in, perhaps Omicron could as well. Darion Steel has the size where he might as well, seeing how he's not really pretty in the first place. I never gave back to the ugly people, why should I when they accept just being around me? But they want more, more than just being around me. They want to BE me. So that they can use it to expect something from those "beneath" them. Continually wanting more, that's the drive of consumerism and American culture. American, ha, it's lost it's meaning. When the American Civil War ended and General Lee surrendered, when Lee met Grant, they were both very respectful of one another and are said to have talked of old times and respect for one another. And even after it was all said and done, Lee was granted control of the entire US army as the lead general, but he turned it down in respect to the man that defeated him, yet Grant turned it down as well. They shook hands upon first meeting, and before departing they shook again. That was honor and respect. You may not like it, but they respected one another. You don't see much honor and respect these days. It's said, but it's not really acted upon, especially in private, because if it's in public, it's more publicity. I'm a pretty person, I got in here, didn't I? But there's an old saying, that to never get in a fight with an ugly person, for they haven't much to lose.

Alicia walks back to Dorito, tapping him on the shoulder as she turns to stand beside him with a couple of women before him.

Alicia: Hey D, got you a couple of babes to meet who sounded interested in you.

Dorito: No thanks.

Girl on Right: Ooh, I like the shy type.

Girl on Left: Yeah, and he's sooo hot!

Alicia: Come on D, just look up, k bro?

Dorito: So I could gaze upon some whores that you have solicited just for little ol' me who couldn't get a girl if he tried?

Alicia: The only time you really tried was with Ana, and it was more like you were her whore.

Dorito: So it seemed. My life is a distortion from your reality, which is fuzzy to my blind eyes.

Girl on Left: I've got a pierced clit. Wanna see?

Dorito stands to his feet, looking up at them and hooking an arm of each.

Dorito: Don't wait for me sis, come on girls, let's go.

Dorito walks off with both of them in arm through the crowd as Alicia stands there dumbfounded. After a few moments, she shakes her head, then shrugs her shoulders and joins in on the club scene as she starts dancing once again. The scene fades out a little while later.