Summary: WARNING!nbsp; This episode contains innuendo and a few words that are not work/kid-safe. Apologies to Lord Kaosu. Apocalypse Dowell was sick of Japanese TV.nbsp; It was all the same.nbsp; They ran variety shows where pseudo-celebrities talked about boring crap.nbsp; Almost every show had some mention of food.nbsp; It was so boring, Dowell had found himself just staring at the wall instead of watching.nbsp; In a time of robot invasions, they were still running the same TV shows. Maybe they thought a change in programming would bring on panic. James and the Kid sat beside him on the futon.nbsp; He was sick of them, too.nbsp; The Kid just talked about Tony, Rick, surfing, and his Visa bill.nbsp; James talked about his Camaro and chicks.nbsp; Dowell was starting to understand the meaning of cabin fever.nbsp; He thought it might be best to just go out and get killed; at least it would give him some relief. The apartment door opened.nbsp; Eri, the nerd, and the taxi driver stepped inside.nbsp; The taxi driver had a deep gash on his right arm; Dowell thought it needed stitches, but then again, he could never tell when cuts needed stitches, so maybe it didn't. Eri had a small cut on her face. The nerd had two black eyes. They came in, pushed aside some junk, and sat on the floor. Dowell turned off the TV.nbsp; ldquo;Well, how'd it go?rdquo; The taxi driver held out his right arm.nbsp; ldquo;Cut.rdquo; ldquo;Yeah, I can see that.rdquo; The taxi driver nodded.nbsp; ldquo;Maybe finished.nbsp; Early in day, saw many cyborg.nbsp; Last few hours, no cyborg.nbsp; Maybe all are dead.rdquo; The nerd nodded, although Dowell doubted the nerd had understood any of the taxi driver's English. James slapped the nerd on the shoulder.nbsp; ldquo;What happened to your eyes, man?nbsp; You look like a raccoon.rdquo;
