The bus came to yet another standstill, stopping this time on the desolate margins of the neighbourhood housing the 'Terror Tower'. Stig thought for a moment of disembarking however hastily reconsidered after glancing out the window and catching sight of some drunken thugs tumbling forth from a ramshackle boozer. There was the familiar wheeze of the door again and a towering young man boarded. Underdressed in vest and drainpipes, he had appalling skin and a profusion of greasy unkempt hair. The midget sat motionless, twitchily regarding the upper end of the bus. To his surprise he saw the front seats were now empty, and it initially puzzled him as to when those girls had gotten off. However he soon realised it must have been around the time he cummed his nappy, for everything had been a blur during those delirious moments. The clerks were gone too, and even the nutter was nowhere to be seen. After this latest passenger had paid his fare, he was greeted with a collective holler of salutation resounding from the back seat. He responded in turn, making his way towards his pals in an ungainly lolloping manner, Stig averting his gaze as he lumbered past. Discounting the driver, it was just him and the hoodlums now.