Back from the dead the Green_Lantern tried to remember the face of his assailant, but though he tried his best, he simply couldn’t remember. After a while, he decided that perhaps it would be best to go to the local bar to scout out a face that at least seemed familiar. At the bar he ordered a cactus martini and began to wait as the thirsty Bayjounites began filling the bar. Soon enough he saw a face with a distinct smile, one that made him shudder. This face belonged to De-Ting. After some deliberation, Green_Lantern decided to wait until De-ting used the outhouse. After an hour or so, De-Ting finished a shot of scorpion venom and decided to relieve himself. Green_Lantern followed him to the outhouse, and waited for De-ting to begin his business. Hearing a groan of relief, Green_Lantern broke the door open and began pummeling De-Ting. A few minutes of hardy blows later, Green_Lantern kicked open the hatch separating the outhouse from the gigantic pile of excrement below, and shoved De-Ting inside, closing the hatch and sitting on it. Several gruesome minutes ensued, as De-Ting tried to desperately escape the noxious fumes of diarrhea-strewn cactus sh!t while Green_Lantern denied him his escape. De-Ting soon suffocated to death.
Meanwhile in another part of town, WickedLiquid was finishing up his sheep-herding. As he called them back to the barn, he noticed something odd. One sheep refused to budge while the others had already gone in. Curious at this seemingly temperamental animal, WickedLiquid approached the sheep and said “Come on fluffy, it’s bedtimeâ€
