Meanwhile: The lonely punk took a bannana split and walked out. As he was walking, he noticed a small buisness that his father used for mob chains that was still open. He walked inside. He almost immediantly reconized a face, Martin Walker. He was the opposing criminal organizer. The punk took out his digital camera and started taking photos that might help him put Walker in jail. "Dr. Andrews, no more mess ups, understand?" said Walker. "I'm sorry, it's just that I'm sooo tired." "Shut up." At that moment, Walker slapped Dr. Andrews. The punk left as soon as Walker picked up his hand. If only someone could help him. Maybe he should ask when school comes around.