This was written several months after the last installment and .....Flibbita-Jabba-blick-blicka-bleow!

Gus Argueta, Post-Apocalyptic Hero!!!

It's been a long time since we last saw Gus's adventures as a detective. An incalculable amount of horrendous and humorous things have happened since and our hero is now a much more refined and distinguished man......now let's join our protagonist as he eats Lucky Charms and watches cartoons.

"Cartoons aren't very good anymore," Gus said as he stared in disgust at the television screen,"As in at all." Gus knew the world had changed very much since he had last stepped outside, approximately four months ago. The earth was ruled by the bureaucrats now, they had corrupted all aspects of the government and lead the planet into dark times. It was time to take back the streets.

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The throng of degens and dissidents lurched about the streets, miserable, wet and reeking of some cheap liquor. They began to huddle around a flaming metal cannister so they could cook their own limbs and eat them.

"Hey, you ever hear of Gus?" One filthy rat bastard said.

"Yeah, they say he used to live around here," said the second filthy rat bastard, "They also say he used to fight crime...and drink obscene amounts of orange juice."

"BAH! I'll bet he never existed!" exclaimed a third filthy rat bastard. Just then they sky filled with the sound of a hundred sirens as a swarm of flying vehicles descended on the slum and it's occupants. From each of the flying vehicles launched six armed men with jet-packs, every last one came out firing down at the streets below. The flying soldiers fired indiscriminately at the men, the women and those in between.

On the rooftops above Gus stared down in disgust at the scene below him.

"Celery Juice is $3.39? What the hell?" Gus mumbled. Further down the street a gaggle of dirty people were running in terror from the skyward onslaught. "I suppose it's time to re-establish order and justice."

Gus jumped down from the roof, his dark cloak wrapped around him like a...you know like a dark cloak, shit do I have to describe everything? Anyways he started charging towards the disturbance.

"Shoppie! I demand to know why the Celery Juice so damned expensive!" Gus asked.

"Bah! Fuck You!" the shoppie yelled as he ran from the store which was now being attacked of men in robot-bee suits, complete with buzzing noises. Gus, being on the outskirts of the fashion world( Haha! Out! Skirts! Fashion! Guffaw! Get it?!?) figured that these young men were simply wearing the current style of clothes and found no reason to fight them. On the other hand Gus saw a disorderly crowd of homeless-type people running around all disorderly.

"Booooooombs Awaaaaaaaaaay!" Gus said as a million grenades shot from out of his pores and slaughtered the dirty vagrants.

***THE END***