also Scuter things are precisely as you said they would be in this world of mindless catholic toddler slaves. as I learned at the feet of the brightest I have all the ammunition I need to thrive
in ape's world, jerking off at a gay guy's house for meth = thriving
mike gets all tweakered up and just goes out to the garage, takes his pants off, and starts grinding the shit out of anything he can put his hands on. master gardening implements, electrical engineering trophies, retirement plaques from lockheed, golf clubs, canes and walkers, all reduced to a mound of metal shavings and an overpowering stench of burnt carborundum. mary is flipping the fuck out at all the noise and mike is just all like "shut the fuck up and drink your protein shake you senile old bat, i'm making something for the cats."