In the sprawling ruins of the town they had just burnt and otherwise crushed into tiny fragile pieces, our story recommences at the remains of an internet cafe. Gregory and Main hunched over computers, the pale screen-light only highlighting the bags under their eyes.

"We've been going at this for hours," Main said, "and I only have four followers. How am I going to conquer the world like this?"

Gregory crushed the keyboard he was using, "Technically, you only have one follower, I made the other three profiles."

Main inspected his screen. "Who is '1812HireMe'?"

*

"Oh, that." Gregory shrugged. "That's my aunt Phyllis. She really needs a job."

"I don't want to WAIT ANYMORE!" Main whined, saying the last two words more like just one.

"Why do you do that? Use speaker tags as if you actually thought out an exact specific way to say what you just said and you want everyone to read it right!"

"But the way stuff is said is important!" Main insisted, putting the emphasis on the "port" of "important".

"Stop that," Gregory ordered. "That's weird and I'll hate you forever if you continue."

*

Just as the sun sunk beneath the horizon, the power died.

Main shivered. "Maybe we shouldn't have razed the entire village."

Gregory didn't seem to bothered by the cold, or distinct lack of food. He crushed the tavern's wooden tables into smithereens, and lit a massive bonfire. Then he began gathering corpses.

"What are you doing?!" Main said, his voice cracking at the question.

"I'm a giant, and I'm hungry," he stopped in thought. "Or maybe I'm an ogre, the plot consistency is a little bit wobbly at this point." He chomped down thoughtfully on a brunette's head. All three of his mouths chewed at the roasted flesh.

Gregory picked up a blonde girl, a lute in her hands. As if by magic, she woke up, a string of curses flying from her mouth.

"Buttercup?" Main gasped. His eyes narrowed. "You stole my sword..."