The party returned to the jGuardian base.

it progressed even further, at this rate it looked almost complete.

"Oh, you build walls! Bold move!" Bromy exclaimed.

Dozens of people rushed around, carrying wood, sacks of material and weapons around the place, the tends were retired, for the most part, they were placed into storage warehouses located beneath the jGuardian base.

"Hey! Look who it is!" exclaimed a familiar voice, JohnWillStab looked to the source of the sound and saw that it was "The Captain", he wore a grey-green coat with the jGuardian crest as well as a pirates hat.

"Guess who got a job!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, great, he sold out too..." sighed Olivionion.

"That's right, in hopes of regaining our naval strength I have decided to hire mister Captain to captain our fleet!"

JohnWillStab was struggling to hold back laughter when he considered the Captain's track record.

"Let's get going..." Grim said grabbing the Captain by the coat and dragging him away.

"I'll see you guys around!" the captain exclaimed before waving to the group.

"Bonifacius!" Pedecree exclaimed as his cart rolled into Arlepia.

"Pedecree! Thou have arrived!"

"Sup..." Bromy said raising his hand.

"What's up mother fuckers?" asked Crown, she was sitting in the back of the cart.

"I still think you should have clarified it!" exclaimed the Thief.

"What do you mean!? I thought you knew I was the one in John's house about two weeks ago!" Crown replied.

"How would I know?! You guys said you were heading to JohnWillStab and I followed!" replied the Thief.

"Crown! Thief!" Bonifacius exclaimed.

"Oh... yeah he looks about the same..." the thief remarked looking at Bonifacius.

"So does the stabby doctor guy!" she added.

"The pale chick kind of looks like a gender-bent John..." the thief remarked squinting.

"Sup, stabbing, fork-thrower..." Bromy said turning his attention to the thief.

"What the fuck do I even say in this situation!? She thought I died... plus I'm dickless for the time being..." thought John.

"Hey, where's JohnWillStab?" asked the thief.

She played a human and had long light-blue, almost white hair.

She wore a very long-sleeved tunic, grey in colour, under it she wore short, black trousers.

JohnWillStab took a deep breath as he put on the most masculine voice he could muster.

"H-Hello!" he exclaimed.

Everyone looked at him.

"...John...?" asked the thief.

"...yes..."

"You look... more..." she scratched her chin.

Crown butted in, "Dickless!"

"Exactly!" the Thief agreed.

"LOOK! It's been over a volume! Almost two! And I'm still basically a trap!" he exclaimed, his voice quivering.

Everyone except Bonifacius and Jordan burst into laughter.

While Jordan was busy smoking, Bonifacius patted John on the shoulder.

"Fear not, friend! I already thought of a way to return thy manhood!" he exclaimed.

JohnWillStab turned around with a look of joy and excitement, an exuberant glare that could penetrate the very depths of darkness.

Bonifacius pulled out some string and a cucumber before handing it to John.

Not quite exhausted yet, John's faith held strong as he looked to Bonifacius.

"Eh?"

"Thou knows... attach thy prosthetic!" Bonifacius found the topic quite lewd and turned blushed heavily.

In a mix of shot and sorrow, John walked off behind a bush and returned with a massive, bulging, tremendous, feeling of despair.

It was like giving a man without arms a photo of his fingers.

"Perhaps thou could try some hard-tack?" Bonifacius offered tossing John a few pieces of dry bread-like substance.

Once again John returned from behind a bush with a throbbing, meaty, heart filled with sorrow, for now, he had hard-tack crumbs in his trousers.

"THIS IS EVEN WORSE! IT'S LIKE SPITTING IN THE FACE OF A KID WITH POLEO! THE METAPHOR ISN'T RELATED BUT THAT'S HOW BAD IT WOULD BE!"

Bromy held back laughter as he tossed John a bottle.

"Here!"

John looked to Bromy, his expression was no one of sadness, it was defeat, a smile saying "Thanks for trying..." lingered on his face as John went behind a bush and returned with a hard, solid, leaking bottle in his trousers.

"I... I mean for you to drink some booze... to cheer up..." Bromy replied awkwardly.

"Ah... I see..."

From John's trousers splashed a stead stream of appropriately tasting booze from the tip of his make-shift prosthetic.

John didn't even stop it, he stood there, maintaining eye-contact with Bromy as the entire bottle emptied onto the ground.

"I... I think I'll go... sleep... for a bit..." John said in between sobs.

"Yeah..." everyone agreed in unison.

John didn't need to sleep, but he needed to recover.

He went over to the bush and laid down in it, nobody thought it right to tell him they had their private room, so they just let him be.

Crossing his arms behind his head and his legs into and 'X', the only giveaway that John was in the bush at all, was the rock hard pillar of cucumber, hardtack and bottle that towered over everyone, and by everyone, I mean mostly over Crown, everyone was at least tall enough to ride rollercoasters.

"Is he... ok?" asked the vampire.

"Nah..." Bromy chuckled.

"Perhaps we should bring him to his room?" asked the concerned Bonifacius.

"Nah, it's not like he'll catch a cold, he's head!" Bromy replied.

"...would it kill thee to be kinder to thy friend?" asked Bonifacius looking to John.

"Hey, the road trip is over, and this isn't his house, special treatment is over," Bromy replied sternly.

"Don't get cocky, corpse!"

Another, louder burst of sobs came from within the bush.

Bromy chuckled to himself.

"Heh, bullying him never get's old..."

A pitiful look lingered on Crown's face, she looked over to the Theif.

"Shouldn't you talk to him?" she asked.

The Thief took a deep breath before replying.

And so, everyone except JohnWillStab headed inside of the massive, hexagonal building, there they were given temporary rooms as wells as were invited for a meal, naturally, it was prepared by Pedecree.

"I can't wait to try some of dog meat's food again!" exclaimed Bromy.

"Dog meat's?" asked Alex with a raised eyebrow.

"Because his name sounds like a brand of dog food and he plays a wolfman..." Bromy explained.