Franklin slowly opened his eyes. He felt like if he was drinking all night, the headache was unbearable and he could kill for a glass of water.

"Daaamn... my head...", he muttered. Suddenly, he realised that his hands and legs were tied down to the bed he was laying on. "Wha... shit, what the hell is going on?!", he yelled, realising that it was dark everywhere. It seemed that he was still in the bedroom of his mansion, but other than that, he had no idea what was going on.

"You're awake.", a familiar voice said. "Good."

Suddenly, a candle was lit and Trevor's face appeared in the darkness. "I was getting worry that I might've added too much spice to your drink.", he said.

"T, what the fuck... Aight, very funny, now let me go.", Franklin said.

"Not so fast, my racially-targetable friend.", the older man said. "We've got some explaining to do. First of all... have you brushed your teeth?"

"What?"

"A simple FUCKING question. Have you brushed your teeth?"

"Damn, dude, I don't remember what happened... I think so."

"Great. That's really great, cause you've got a big LOAD OF SHAME to swallow, homie."

"Wha..."

"Look. Some time ago, you had my ass running all over Southern San Andreas, collecting papersheets and pieces of glowing junk for you. Did you bother to thank the old man for all the effort he put into that job? Nooo, of course no. So now, I have YOUR ass strapped in here, so we could settle the score. Or should I say, so I could score.", Trevor said and took off the sunglasses he was wearing. "Basically, Imma slap those chocolate buns of yours for a while and when I think we're done, we're done.", Trevor said like if he just found a brilliant conclusion to a complicated problem.

"Dude, what the fuck? Listen, man, just stop. Just lemme go and I'll forget about all this shit, aight?", Franklin said, now getting really annoyed.

"Oh by the way, I allowed myself to take care of Chop.", Trevor said and pulled a bleeding, raw piece of meat out of the plastic bag he was carrying.

"T, I swear to God if you...", Franklin said, furious, when suddenly, Chop jumped out of darkness and grabbed the piece of meat.

"Good boy.", Trevor said. "It wasn't easy convincing him to let me in. I had to smell butts with him for a WHILE before he accepted me as part of the family."

Franklin watched all of this in disbelief. "T, what the fuck is all this?!"

"Basically...", Trevor said and made a pause. "... I'm going to destroy everything you love. Except for Chop. He's one of my own now. So, let's start the show, gentlemen!", he said with theatrical gesture and grabbed something from the floor. It was Franklin's guitar.

"T, that ain't funny."

"I disagree.", Trevor said and dropped the guitar on the floor. The instrument made a loud 'thud'. "Oops.", the older man said and covered his mouth with his hand. He then picked up a gerry can and started pouring the gasoline over the instrument.

"Trevor, for fuck's sake, stop it!", Franklin yelled.

"CAN'T HEAR YA!", Trevor yelled. "THE SOUNDS OF THIS GLORIOUS INSTRUMENT ARE TOO LOUD!"

He lightened up a match and held it for a moment.

"T, you might cause a fucking fire!", the younger man shouted.

"Don't you worry about that, I took care of everything.", Trevor said and threw the match on the guitar, setting it on fire. A fraction of second later, a big fire engulfed the whole instrument. "Revenge!", Trevor yelled and started howling. Chop howled along with him.

Franklin watched his beloved instrument burn down for a few minutes.

"Well, that was fun.", Trevor said. "I feel like eating some Chinese. Or a chicken. Yeah... a chicken would be nice.", the Canadian man said and disappeared into the darkness. He came back after a couple minutes, carrying a wooden box. Something seemed the be struggling inside. Trevor opened the box and just like that, threw a bunch of chickens out of the box and right on Franklin. The scared animals started pecking him like a bag of seeds. "Ouch!", Franklin yelled. "Damn, fuck, stop them!"

"A gift from my redneck neighbours!", Trevor said, trying to outshout the clucking chickens. "They'll be pretty pissed off once they realise I stole them... and kicked grandpa redneck in the nuts."

The chickens eventually lost interest in pecking the young man and jumped off the bed.

"Be free, my brave, avian friends! Be free!", Trevor yelled. "I'll eat you all anyway. Well, were was I... oh, that's right! I have a surprise for you!"

Once again, Trevor was gone for a minute, while Franklin waited. The ropes on his wrists and ankles were strong; there was nothing else he could do.

Eventually, Trevor was back. He was carrying a pair of keys.

"I've always considered garages to be a waste of space.", Trevor said. "That's why I allowed myself to move your vehicle right here, you know. You gotta think outside the box."

"You... you drove my bike INTO my house?!", Franklin yelled.

"Better.", Trevor said and switched on the lights on the terrace. Franklin's car was in the pool.

"T, that's fucking it!", Franklin said and started struggling, trying to set himself free.

"Waste of time." Trevor said. "My Mexican friends got me those. They use them for interrogations. And BDSM. Sometimes both at the same time."

The older man walked over to Franklin's bed. "Well, I think that's it... now, let's repopulate the planet like if it was ruled by apes!", he yelled merrily.

"T, what the fuck?!", Franklin yelled with terror.

"Oh, don't worry. I checked myself for STDs earlier. I only got the usual stuff.", he said. "Plus some weird thing that they couldn't identify.", Trevor said and, with one, swift movement, ripped off his own pants, revealing pink, leopard-print panties.

"Got myself those just for you, sweetheart.", Trevor said. "Now, excuse me if I'll be reckless, but I've got some CATCHING UP to do."

"T, Christ, just fucking stop!", Franklin yelled.

"Just by the way, the girls at my club taught me some new moves.", T said with a grin. "You'll be the first one to enjoy the full spectacular."

Trevor jumped on the bed and started dancing, shaking his goodies in front of poor Franklin.

Franklin had no idea what was more terrifying: the fact that Trevor was pulling off a striptease for him, or the fact that he was ACTUALLY good at it. The older man jumped off the bed and picked something off the floor. Franklin couldn't believe his own eyes. Trevor somehow managed to obtain a long, pink, dildo-baseball bat with nails sticking out of it.

"What... the... fuck...", Frank said with disbelief.

"A gift from my friend in Steel Port.", the older man said.

"T, I'm fucking sorry, okay?! I'm sorry!", Franklin yelled.

The other man was quiet, like if he was deeply thinking about something.

"Alright, I think I'm done.", Trevor said and, just like that, stopped. He dropped the dildo-bat and put on his pants.

"Wait, what?", Franklin asked, now utterly confused. "You're not going to sodomize me with it?"

"Nope. Not today, at least.", the older man said. "I got my revenge. I got my dignity back. By taking yours, of course. So yeah, we're cool now."

"So... you're gonna untie me?"

"What?", Trevor asked with amusement. "Of course not. I'll give you your phone back so you could call for help. Choose the most pathetic person you know so they wouldn't take embarrasing pictures of you.", Trevor said, handed him the phone and, just like that, left.

Franklin dialed the number and managed to place the phone right next to his face.

"Lester? Listen, I need your help..."

"Don't feel embarrased. I know what you feel.", Lester said while untying the other man. "The college is a place where you should buy your own drinks, let me tell you that. Otherwise, you might wake up in one bed with a weird, old Mexican guy who calls you 'Dolores'".

"Dude. Overshare.", Franklin said and rubbed his wrists. "Thanks for the help, man."

"No problem.", Lester said. He then sniffed for a second. "Do I feel gasoline?"

"Yeah. T burned down my guitar. Said I don't need to worry about the fire, though."

"Yeah... I think I know what he meant.", the man with a cane said.

They both went upstairs and Franklin couldn't believe his eyes. All of his furniture was gone.

"Uh, i-if you need a place to stay, I got a bunk bed stored somewhere, we... we can play board games together and... and we can... do things that lone wolves like us do when they are alone...", Lester said with excitement.

"Uh... I think I'll pass. Maybe my aunt will allow me to stay on her door mat until I get all the furniture back.", Franklin said, then noticed that Lester was staring through the window.

"Um...", Lester said. "I think this might... take a while."

Outside, on Franklin's terrace, Trevor was jumping around a big fireplace composed of wooden furniture covered in gasoline. He was howling to the moon and Chop was howling along with him.

"... so how about this bunk bed, pal?", Lester asked.