Evertrust kicks out and summons a horde of brutally beaten women to take out their aggression on his unusual attacker. The women beat his face with baseball bats, tug on his limbs and kick him repeatedly in his groin as Evertrust observes with a grin. By the time they're finished, Mr. W. is left with welts and knobs on his face and body that can easily rival even the largest and falsest phalluses known to mankind.

" At long last, a naturally bulbous phenomenon in our midsts. You can thank me later. "