Revelation

The room is dim, with only a brief light from the burning wick of a candle illuminating a weary face. The man sighs then turns, scribbling some down on his paper. There is a knock on the door. The man begins sweating as he rushes to put away his work. He puts the pad and pen in the drawer, blows out the candle and hides it under his bed then rushes to the door. An overweight man stands there, Sham, holding an envelope.

Sham: It's for you.

Dead: From?

Sham: I don't know.

Dead: Alright, call in the others, this could be big.

The six of the Anti's sit in the living room. It was rainy outside. Fog clouds around the house like a perimeter around it. Dead opens the letter.

Dead: It's from Jack.

His eyes scan it back and forth. Dead angrily throws it on the ground.

Dead: That motherfucking thinks we're inferior to him! I'll show him! I'll-

Denica: Calm the fuck down.

Denica scratched his chin, as if thinking.

Denica: We have to strike him where it hurts.

Ancy: Why are fighting them again?

Armo: They kicked us out.

Solo: A year ago. You still haven't gotten over that?

Sham: They hate us and show no respect. I personally have a grudge against Nick.

Armo: I'm friendly with Lego. We facetime all the time.

Sham: Get the fuck out.

Sham lunges at Armo. Armo kicks Sham out and grabs a lamp, batting Sham unconscious with it. Blood melliflously flows on the tile.

Denica: Did you have to do that? We just redid the flooring!

Dead: Shut the fuck up. Waz!

Waz comes waddling in and well, takes a waz on Sham.

Dead: Waz, lick up the blood.

Waz begins drinking the blood.

Dead: Good boy.