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Previously on Future Man.

Get the fuck back to the future and do not come back to me no matter what.

I guess we should say something.

Though his worldly body was incinerated, I take comfort in knowing that it has

become one with the elements.

Except for his cock. Though it was once a cause of great shame, I will wear it

with pride. He's got two GX-39 hand cannon wounds. Still straight?

It's torque.

Weasel! Who are you calling Weasel? What's your name? My name is Wrench.

There's no outsiders allowed in the nag.

It's Tiger. I'm with Wolf.

That's Tork.

I see eye flutter.

There he is. Welcome back, Tork.

Your hair looks insane.

I want to hear that story.

Tork, can you hear me?

Tork, are you with us? Tiger.

Where's Tiger? He's talking about this tiger again. He's delirious. Don't

worry. The tiger can't get you anymore.

I have to go find her.

Don't even think about it. You're going to take good care of him. What?

Who are you people?

Where the hell am I?

You're home.

You made it home.

In the sewer.

Huh. He thinks we live in the sewer. Well, the way you people treat this

house, I don't blame him. We've been out of the sewer for 20 years.

We live in the nag now. The new above ground?

It's paradise.

Oh, no.

He's got the sand brain.

Don't you remember anything?

Were you kidnapped by the snowmads? Forced into the fighting pits of Goleta?

Don't be absurd, Leith. Those scars could only be from a biotic necrohanger.

They swear they shut those down after the armistice.

I'm burning with rage.

Do you at least remember how you escaped?

I was a prisoner of the biotics?

Correct, the biotechs.

How long was I gone?

Two years.

We thought you were dead, but you came back to us.

I'm in a different reality.

Can you remember anything?

Anything at all?

Only that they tortured me pretty good.

Needles, drugs, a white powder they forced up my nose.

It made me lose my mind.

And be excessively chatty.

After a year, I almost forgot who I was.

They took me to the Viper Room.

Oh, the noise alone.

The shredding. The face melting.

All at the hands of my torment.

Slash. Slash.

So, uh...

Did we win the war against the biotech?

We didn't lose.

We survived.

4% of us.

You don't remember any of this? There's a truce. The biotech robot emperor

prophesies the end of the world.

They think life on Earth is about to end because of, you ready for this?

Man-made climate change.

It is pretty hot out there. Humans have been around since the time of the

dinosaurs. I think we can handle a little hot weather.

They're building these crazy space wagons to go live on a sky sparkle.

Those only exist for, like, 12 hours a day, dummies.

Hey, hey!

No laughter.

Everyone knows that's the worst medicine.

Good, the doctor's here.

This is healing quite nicely.

I am a little worried about infection, though.

But this should help.

Needs a little more.

Don't squirm, otherwise the medicine won't take.

What is it? This particular combo is lady fern, blood flower, and tongue

sweat. Medicine don't come much more powerful than that. Let the doctor work.

She knows what she's doing. Does she?

You know what? Rest is the last thing you need. We need to force movement. Get

the blood flowing to those wounds while they're still open. Let's go. Get him

up. Get him up. I really don't want to move.

That's the sound of healing.

Does any of this look familiar?

This is our, uh... Cluster home.

Yeah, right.

A cluster.

Okay, so... Oh, shit.

Okay, so, as you know, memory's a little scattered because of the, well, the

torture and being held a prisoner and all those things that definitely

happened, so I'm just gonna come out and ask, which one of you cats am I married

to?

What did I say? Who did I offend?

It's all of us, Tork.

You're married to all of us.

Apollo's back!

For the love of Festivus, please tell us you remember our daughter.

We don't know what kind of sorcery the biotechs are up to over there.

They could have perfected the art of the facelift. Impossible.

We would see the scars.

That's Torg.

Can I be the voice of reason here?

Of course, Level. Time. When I was captured by the hill people of Calabasas

and forced to watch my previous cluster eaten alive, the only thing that brought

me back to my old self was time.

Now look at me.

I'm thriving.

Torg doesn't have half your fortitude, Level.

If we give him time, he'll just worm his way into our lives and drown us in a

flood of lies.

You did these?

Mama Thimble says I can be an artist when I grow up.

As long as I don't have to be a provider.

Which one's Thimble?

That one.

Mama Teacher.

Well, don't listen to her. You know, my buddy Bobby Mapplethorpe told me I had

the best eye he'd ever seen, and this shit is fucking good.

Was Bobby Mapplethorpe someone you met while you were away?

Yeah. Yeah, as a matter of fact, he was.

The hell are these pictures back here? That's you.

That's what I imagined you were doing while you were gone. But now that you're

back, I don't have to use my imagination anymore.

Look, don't put your imagination on ice just yet, okay?

You know, being an artist can be useful in other ways.

Like how? Well, you know, I'm kind of having a hard time remembering the nag,

so how about you draw me a map?

Just help me remember things. Yeah, I can do that, Papa Tork.

All right. And hey, don't forget all the gates and entrances and exits. You know,

fun stuff like that.

Knock yourself out, squirt.

Look at this guy.

Leaves must be working.

Always do.

I got this. Thanks.

Whoa, what you doing, buddy?

I'm gonna make myself some grub. This Enormo bean has potential.

It's an all bean and let me do that for you. Oh, I'm pretty good in the kitchen.

Well, it's Kind of my job here kind of what I do Exclusively, why don't we go

find a seat?

So what?

Everyone here has a role or something

You're a cooking dad.

Late. And housekeeper.

And anything else that goes undone around here.

Hatchet over there, he's our resident hard-ass.

Disciplinarian. Don't talk with your mouth full. Goes for all of you. It's

gross. You're the schedule nerd. Just making sure all the rest of these yahoos

are where they're supposed to be when they're supposed to be there. You hear

me, Tork?

You always have.

Hey, Tork, do me.

You just seem like a big old bag of fun, just hanging out, not doing a whole lot

of anything.

We all really try to do our job and our job only.

Even though some jobs are harder and larger, and you never get breaks.

And he wouldn't have it any other way. Of course I would. My job is 50 times

harder than anything you people do.

Could you at least lick the bowl clean before you put it back on the shelf?

Okay. What's my deal?

You're our provider.

You make wheels.

Pretty average wheels.

Huh. I'm a wheel maker.

Do you know what these are?

Uh, well, yeah, I do, but I'm kind of afraid to say.

The chits, dork.

The chits.

That's how we pay for things around here.

And as you can see, the chitty kitty's nearly empty.

We're gonna need you to go back to work. But only when you're up to it.

You mean, up to it like this?

Look.

I'm ready to go back now.

Oh, I can't wait to get back to that, um... Wheel shop?

Yes.

Thimble. Yes.

My beloved wheel shop.

Where do you think you're going without a goodbye kiss?

Please,

don't get eaten.

Oh, God.

I've been quintuple rattled.

Not so fast.

I'm taking Ludnock to school.

We can drop you at the shop. Oh.

With a recovery like that, who knows? Maybe you'll be ready for the sewing.

That's right.

Sure would be nice to have you back if you're up to it. Yeah, yeah, sure. I'm

fine. Ready to sew.

Yes! Yes!

Oh,

wait up!

So what's the deal? We live in a quarry?

Away from the biotech's prying eyes.

Do all the kids around here have six parents?

Seems fucking bananas.

You should come to school if you have a torque.

That'll help your memory.

Yeah, that's not going to happen. Why don't you just tell me about it? For

many years, we could not have children.

But life is a powerful force.

Slowly, we started having them again.

They are our most precious resource. So the cluster system was born. Six parents

to every child.

It started with seven, but you can imagine the complications that brought

with it.

Seven. We were so tiny.

Tork? And either.

Rivet. It's me, Rivet. You're a farmer now.

You always dreamed about being a farmer.

I did?

Yeah.

I'm so very happy to see you alive.

Watching that Sinoceros gore you with its mecha horn.

You weren't the only one gutted that day.

Yeah, uh, okay.

Sorry about your brain.

Wow. That cat fucker knew how to handle a flamethrower. It's just too bad sinos

can't be burned.

What's a flamethrower?

And a cat fucker?

Emu. Toad.

Wow, Tiger is not gonna believe this. Do you remember this, Puppetort? Let me

stop you right there, little lady.

Papa Tork doesn't remember Jack's shit.

No, come look.

Come look.

You'll remember.

I promise.

Oh.

Is this me?

Every day. Seven years of your life.

You'll come back.

You'll come back.

Later.

I can explain. No, thanks.

Weasel. Oh, come here.

It's so good to see your face again.

Especially on your body.

What's going on here? Just saying hi to an old friend. This is the most we've

ever spoken.

Tork, you were sole voucher at my cluster bubbling.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry, dude.

I got the sand brain.

Just trying to piece together what happened.

Yeah. I remember being aided by a statuesque, purple-haired warrior.

Huh. Oh, yeah, you mean the chope that kicked the shit out of Wrench.

You never could fight, you silly son of a bitch.

You don't know him. You're my friend.

So, what's a chope? You really are out of it, man.

Chosen people?

Biotechs?

The bastards who got the cure?

Oh, no.

No, tiger's no chope. Turned tail and scattered as soon as we got out of the

shrooms for the biotech test.

That usually means one thing.

I'm sorry. First, she kicked your ass and stole your cloak.

Oh,

she does like a good cloak.

All right, fellas.

Good talk. Good talk.

I'm just going to pop outside and ask for a doctor's order. I'm just going to

stretch these wounds, you know.

Well, is there some law against going outside?

Matter of fact, there is. Thanks to you and that lavender choke snuck past our

patrols. Now the nag's on lockdown.

Whoa. Come on, guys.

You know.

It's torque.

Whoa.

Oh, but I was seal vendor at your cluster fiddling.

You would hear yourself? You sound ridiculous.

You shifty little slut.

Thank you.

Hey, the fuck is this?

That's Colonel Worm.

What's his deal?

It's a story he used to tell me about the worm who wasn't afraid of the crows,

even though they were different. He would sneak away from all the other

worms and have adventures.

He fell in love with Captain Crow. They were going to team up and battle the

robot army.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. About the sneaking out. Is it through this tunnel here?

Yeah. It was a secret tunnel.

He needed a magic feather to find the entrance.

Here.

Oh.

Looks like old Colonel Worm racked up some frequent flyer miles.

You're not getting better, are you?

Pump rules!

Hey, boss!

Oh, you're here.

I straightened up. Your tools are all where you like them. I know I put the

dowels... Settle down, settle down.

I've got amnesia.

What's your name?

Pump. I'm Pump, your humble apprentice.

You don't remember me. Nope.

Do I like you?

Well, we... That's a no. Okay.

So what was it like with those chopes, huh?

You murder any when you escaped? Son, I've killed enough chopes to last my

lifetime and yours.

That's the best thing I've ever heard.

What the fuck is this thing?

Well, that's an awl.

It's one of your wheel-making tools.

Oh.

Nice.

So, uh, Bump? Yeah?

Where's the tunnel out of this place?

Oh, no. No, no, no. Not this again.

Isn't this what got you in trouble the last time? All this sneaking around?

Please don't make me cover for you again.

You my apprentice?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Tell me where the tunnel is!

Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay. It's, um...

It's 50 chits to the blind baker, and you can escape through the OBG.

All below ground?

Okay. Great.

Where are the chits?

Oh, you've got to be shitting me. We don't got any chits.

What have you been doing while I was gone?

I don't know how to make wheels.

Oh, damn.

Oh, I was a bad master.

That's on me.

You're gonna learn anything from me boy.

It's gonna be personal responsibility All right 50 chits. No problem

Now let's make some goddamn wheels

For tomorrow.

All right, let's see if this eagle flies.

Looks like we're on a roll.

Wait, what?

What did you just say? You know that had, like, another meaning, right?

Yeah, that's why I said it.

So, uh, what's a bad boy like this go for?

What do you mean?

Well, how much do we charge for a butte like this?

One shit.

Everything in the neg is one shit.

Son of a bitch.

Once word gets out that Torque's Wheel Shop is back in business, we'll be

rolling in shit.

Well, this is me.

Where are you going?

What's happening over there?

Very funny.

I'm still unclustered.

So? So, it's sewing night.

I'm on MD.

Muffle duty.

You really do got the sand brain.

Anyway, have fun tonight.

Yeah, you too.

Hey, Pump.

You did good today.

It's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

Don't let it go to your head.

It's already in my head.

Just... I'll see you tomorrow.

We got 49 more wheels to make.

Someone's so excited to sew that he came home early.

That's the spirit.

Okay, let's take it slow tonight since it's Tork's first time back in the

rotation. Oh, he'll do just fine.

He's a natural.

Okay, but just to play it safe, let's keep him in the four slot.

Easy on the mouth play, light frottage, no anal.

Until after the first wheelbarrow, then it's all anal. Just pound it in there

until we shoot the bucket. Let's try to keep a cum radius of about 3.2.

This is our sex night.

Harvest Moon and we're communo-ovulating.

No better time to make a baby.

Time to put your mightiest tool to work, big fella.

That's what we've all been waiting for.

Tick-tock. Show us your penis.

Look at it!

Look at it!

What did I say?

I told you that wasn't Tork! And look! Now we have proof!

That's right.

I'm not Tork. I'm not the man who left here two years ago.

That man is dead!

Probably. I have no idea.

Don't look away!

Stare at it!

Face it!

My journey has taken me across space and time and dimensions of human suffering

none of you could ever imagine.

I fought monsters.

And I've become one.

But I did it to create a better world for all of you.

I just never expected to live in it.

Now I walk these streets, a stranger, knowing everyone and no one.

This is no flood of lies.

This is me.

Me.

Drowning in my own truth.

I don't belong in this world any more than this dick belongs on my body.

Which is not at all.

My name is Wolf.

Resistance Soldier 667-25.

Tell us that from the beginning.

I was so mean to you. So distrustful. Only because I was scared.

And I love you.

And I don't want to lose you again.

Two years of torture.

Even the strongest of us would go mad.

How could you be the same? We accept you.

Wolf, Tork, whatever you choose to call yourself.

sand-brained, battle-scarred, altered.

We accept it all.

Enough talk.

Let's find this tiny dick a hole.

Are you leaving again, Papa Tork?

This will help you find the tunnel.

Oh.

Oh, no, no.

No, sweetie, I... I was just going out to check on something.

But I can wait.

Let's get you back to bed.