The Scene opens up at a rundown, abandoned warehouse, ripe with the heat of the midday sun. LeStrange is just wrapping up a vigorous torture session with one of his followers. He decides he is hungry and puts on his torn up jacket and heads for the main warehouse door.

Follower 1: Are you going out to get new friends to play with?

LeStrange: If we are lucky, we just might.

Follower 1: I like new friends.

The scene continues with LeStrange walking through a country town, face held down, holding a menacing scowl, and his rusted tomahawk resting on his left shoulder when he arrives at his favorite bar, strewn with bikers. He enters the bar to be greeted with stares of ill intent from the bikers. He arrives at the bar and orders a beer and french fries smothered in pigs blood. Meanwhile a biker is conversing with a waitress.

Biker: What's the deal with Bojangles over there?

[color=#696969]LeStrange over hears them and smirks.

Waitress: Thats Lestrange, we don't know much about him, or if he is even human. all we know is that he stays with some of the local crazies over where the old steel mill was.

At that moment, Lestrange was standing right behind him.

Biker: What do you want freak?

LeStrange: Bojangles aint got shit on me.

LeStrange bashes the biker's skull and the other bikers come charging. One by one they come at him, lunging with knives, swinging chains, and breaking chairs on his back. One by one they fall. When the dust settled, LeStrange packed all of the uneaten food and severed fingers into a table cloth and threw it over is shoulder and began walking to his home...a bloody mess.

Lestrange arrives at his warehouse where his followers are waiting.

Lestrange: Dinner time kiddies.

Follower 1: No new friends.

LeStrange: I tried, but they didn't appreciate play time like we do.



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