Our story resumes with The Calvary standing on a hill with his fists on his waist as he looks over Cuntsville where only true cunts like Noah and Fuzz could possibly reside. Standing outside with a cell phone in hand is Fuzz. Our hero flies down and stands right in front of him. Fuzz doesn't study him.

"Greetings, fellow XWF-"

"Hold on."

Fuzz continues texting away on his phone.

"I apologize, I only wanted to say-"

Fuzz puts up a finger, but Calvary grabs the phone and throws it away. Fuzz looks up only to be met with a huge punch to the face as he falls. Calvary places a boot upon his chest.

"That is why we must always strive for person-to-person interactions over technological ones!"

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