He’s a dick too, Master is, in the manner of the oppressed who are smarter than their oppressors, and resent the position in which they find themselves, and who assume that they in fact should be the ones on top. So, Tina Turner’s here, which is why there’s so much saxophone all the goddam time, you guys, and her name is Auntie, and she done founded Barter Town which is run on pig shit gas from Underworld which is under Barter Town and run by a midget named Master riding atop a strongman called Blaster. Ironbar is a dude about five feet tall with dragons for sleeves and a shaved head and a kabuki mask on an iron bar strapped to his back the height of a grown ass man. And then he gets roped, but it turns out his flyswatter spatula is also a knife, and he cuts the rope, and kicks Ironbar out the window. Max is then brought up to audition for Tina, and is thrown by the blind Asian dude playing the saxophone, like how his wife used to do, and then these fuckers try to jump him, but Max jumps the fuckers, because, as we’ve said, Max is a pile of nerves and muscles whose sole purpose is survival and movement, long past the idea of an end-game, long past much in terms of ideas. So, Max heads to Barter Town to barter for his things because Max has got some skills and Tina Turner sure could use them! Max is meant to leave his weapons and therefore unloads his trusted sawed-off, two or three pistols, a portable Geiger counter, and a crossbow, while biting a spatula or flyswatter with his mouth like a bit. I was going to wait to tell you, but come on.Ģ. And so OK the last time we saw the dude he was the road warrior, the guardian of the roads, but, as far as we can tell at this exact moment, there ain’t no more fucking roads, there ain’t even no more fucking Max, what there is is there’s what may or may not be a car what ain’t even running, and pulled by camels, and with cloth strung up wagon-style, like we needed a reminder of the lawlessness associated with the desert, and up above is a plane, and in the plane is the fucker in the yellow long johns! But he’s got a better outfit now, depending on your feelings re: white and khaki hunting getups, and a kid, I mean he’s made a son, and they drop down in and hijack this vehicle and ride it off into the distance, jettisoning the driver to the sand.
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