It no longer mattered what Wank thought. What had started out as a sweet, innocent visit to his wife at her place of employment had gone all wrong. While she had initially been cheered by the visit, afterwards one of the fringe dwellers that ran the place had called her on the carpet about it. Then Wank's wife called Wank and told him never to stop by there again. As the poor old man clambered back inside his beer can, he wondered if his murderous longing for vengeance was justified. He had no way of knowing what was correct.
