Things were starting to look pretty bleak for the garden tractor faction. Not that we're not tough or anything, but we're just plain outnumbered. It's unreasonable to expect an old capybara farmer and a pheasant-talkin' woman from Canada to match up against a slew of sluts, led by dagmaraka and Eva. I'm not too worried about Gautam -- he seems to be sidetracked quite easily.
But where is my help? Husker seems a bit noncommittal. As does Beth. She seems to be riding the fence on this one. I figured my best course of action would be to call my old friend, BiPolar Bear. He's a mean son of a bitch and has had experience fending off resluts from the glory days of his music career.
I called him and he said, "Geez, I'd like to help you, Gus, but I'm still dealing with this cocaine thing. If I don't do a line pretty damn quick I'm gonna go set fire to a few karaoke clubs. I'll tell you what I'll do, Gus. I'll call my cousin Benny. He's been around. I remember him telling me that he had a menage a trois with dagmaraka and Eva a few years back and he pretty much has those two in his back pocket. Once Benny gets them out of the way, the leadership will pretty well be gone. You'll only have to worry about Gautam and a bunch of resluts, and do you really think the resluts will listen to Gautam. Please, the fight is over. Benny is on the way."
I thanked BiPolar and sat around to wait for Benny. Wait a minute, I just heard a car door slam. I'll just take a look out the window and.... yep, Benny's here. Showtime.