The crumbling, filthy house had been turned into makeshift brothel, and Moptop luckily escaped to one of the empty rooms. Unfortunately, the barely-standing walls were hardly soundproof, and he was also soon discovered by Dinagelle. She began to regale him with tales of a questionable nature and graphic descriptions of an act developed in the infamous "Petrol Promenade," a downtown nightclub she was known to frequent.
After nearly an hour of this one-sided interaction, Moptop, frustrated, shouted, "Do you just want to do it already!?"
"With you!? NO!" Dinagelle punctuated her repulsion with a slap across Moptop's face.
"Well, FINE!"
Moptop stormed out of the building, pulled a bottle of whiskey from his coat and angrily consumed it. He then got into a car and drove away. Within seconds, he was stopped by two police officers, who approached him smugly.
"Have you been . . . drinking tonight, son?"
"No, I'm going to church," growled Moptop.
Elsewhere, an Asian teenager was discovered to be the mastermind behind the ill-conceived brothel. Unfortunately, the detective who unearthed this did not live long enough to inform anyone else. . . .
