Well, it's been a long night.   The streets have been painted red with the blood of the Durden crew.  He's launched his attacks, and he's been fought back at every corner.  And the bodies are piling up.  And up.  And up.  

I mean, I can barely walk the streets without tripping over a body.  Or another.  Or 5 others strewn about here and there and everywhere.  It's disgusting.  

And do you people clean up after yourselves?  Absolutely not.  You don't do anything but leave the bodies behind.  R - I - Diculous.  

But, I'm here to offer you my help.  I just happen to have an incinerator that I barely use.  And I'd be happy to clean up your mess.  For a small fee.  

Therefore, I've created another organization.  Unlike those PISSANTS, we do work hard, at clearning messes.  

We are:  Cleaning Up Messes.  That's all we do is Clean Up Messes.  

All messes.  Big or small.  We Clean Up Messes.  

So, for a small fee, we'll help you out.  

All you have to do is deposit 50K in my account, and I will Clean Up Messes for you.  

1 mess per 50K.  Payment up front.  

And please excuse our unfortunate acronym.  We don't clean those kind of messes.  For 50K.  Maybe for 250K.  

Do you accept Monopoly money?

Of course!  I've been waiting to build hotels all over Park Avenue in Downtown Detroit!!!  

I don't really have a mess for you to clean up.

You see, my situation is kinda odd, and I need your incinerator to destroy the remains.

How much would it cost me for you to pick up a couple bags of dicks?

After picking a couple of dead Durdens for his 'experiment,' Vanbrilliance took a stroll in the bullet-riddled streets. He heard about a new covert organization dedicated on cleaning up bodies (or bad memories). Cleaning up Messes. Such a unique name!

"I feel really good about this business. I'll definitely need some help cleaning up few messes here and there."

**

Looks to Don Psychopath, raised eyebrow

Um, well, I guess that depends Don Psychopath.  Are they standard sized bags of dicks?  Or extra large bags of dicks.  50K per standard sized bag.  100K for extra large dicks.  

Shudders at the thought, and wonders where the rest of the parts went, but then turns his attention to Vanbrilliance

And for you sir, I'm here when you need me.

Vanbrilliance nodded to WadeWilson. 

"Splendid! I'll deposit the first pay quickly...I kinda 'over-collected' many Durdens lately. I may need some help cleaning up the extra bits. Along with pay, I can also give you some of the fresh burgers and meat buns I made. Out of gratitude."

**

Ilammo was getting tired with all these dead bodies strewn all over the streets. Even while making his way towards Wilson, he tripped on countless of dead bodies. They're starting to pile up and stink the entire place. He approached Wilson only to be greeted by another Durden that was hiding behind a bush. Ilammo swiftly took care of said Durden with a deadly punch to the face followed by two rounds straight to the head for good measure. 

"Aye mate, I hear that you'll be taking care of these bodies," gesturing at all the bodies around them. Ilammo then handed WadeWilson a heavy leather briefcase.

"This should be enough to clear New York atleast. Cheers mate," Ilammo said, flashing a wide grin followed by a wink. He tipped his hat and walked back to HQ. He tripped on seven bodies on his way back. Dammit!

Rufino wasn't entirely sure if he was informed correctly, dicks were being sold, he only understood this as men... Was it for a day? Was it for the night? He had to go find out, he'd never forgive himself for a free night of amazing sex with a complete stranger, oh the thrill and how it excited him, he knew this by simply looking down.

Psychopath and WadeWilson were already in mid deal about dicks according to his informant, Rufino had to get there before the deal was complete otherwise he wouldn't be having any dick or dicks if he was lucky enough.

"I hear you got some dicks for sale here guys?"

I got one of each size WadeWilson.

Your accountant makes note that $150,000 has been wired to WadeWilson from your account. The note "Bags of dicks - pick up" was included.

Rufino have a look if you want. I was looking through the bags earlier and I was shocked to see such variety. The ones I can remember off the top of my head are tuna can dicks, hairy hotdog dicks, baby forearm dicks, eggroll dicks, swordfish dicks, and kickstand dicks. I already paid for the pick up so take whatever you need.

Frank wakes up from his usual weekend stupor.  He sits up and grabs the bottle of whisky and takes a swig.  He smells something....

Aw fuck, it's just a normal Frank smell. Frank gets up to have his usual 14 minute long piss after drinking his face off.  He surveys the damage to the HQ...

-38 empty beer bottles

-4 broken crack pipes

- 6 empty dime bags

- 8 hookers who looked better last night

- 12 empty bottle of Massage oil and a noticable sheen coming from Bender's shiny metal...

- and a partridge in a pair tree.

Frank scratches his ass as he looks at the big brown stain on the middle of the couch.  He then takes the same hand and picks a 1/2" diameter booger out of his nose and flicks it on the couch..

"Ugh.  I just can't.  I can't Clean Up this Mess.  Especially that debacle over on the couch."

Frank pulls a broken cigarette from his ear and lights it.  One of the associates approaches him and reminds him of the new Clean Up Messes service.  Frank gives them a call and asks for a quote...

As Szatiglio looks around at the scattered bodies around the streets, it reminds him of the trenches of the war he fought in. The war that gave him the ability to have no feelings of guilt.