I head home after getting that mad man to his shack, if you could even call it that. I don't like him, I despise working with him. Everyone at the nest won't let him within sight. They have a bad habit of breaking things, but it appears tonight he also has a penchant for kissing ass. Well that's his issue, not mine. I don't play second fiddle to some worthless mangy mutt, no how, no way. I seen that bitch helping them too, if she was for us, well that place would be ours. I seen her colors true and clear and I ain't havin none of them. I been fuming since I left that hole hours back and I ain't happy. The doc saw it sure enough, saw it in my eyes, like I was about to spit fire.

I'll teach them all not to fuck with me and mine, I'll teach em all real good...

He steps into an abandoned tenement taken over by crackheads and prostitutes. He knows his spots like the back of his paw, he just needs some quiet and privacy. He wanders through without a glance, he knows this place well, he's been here a hundred times and this is his neighborhood, his turf. He stops at the third open door on the left and walks in headed right for the closet. To most folks its just a dark room with crackpipes and drywall on the floor, but to him its one of his doors, a hole no one can see that leads him through the wall she erected. He chewed a hole though and he has dozens just like it. Only he knows them all, only he knows the way to chew.

He steps into the closet and starts squirming through the hole, its tight, but they all have to be. Her web is slowly strangling everyone, they just can't chew, not like him.