Description

Violence, blood, guts, triggering words and images, a mashup of broken bodies

The Fat Man, Omu Grasso, is sent on another mission to smack AI …now just ‘I’ … Intelligence right in its electron scrotum. Ouch! (do robots have scrotes? do robots feel pain? I hope so.)

He is up against some nasty situations. Dom Carbone had gifted him some new toys, and Dr. Cochrane is stacking the gadget Baccarat boot to give the nasties a big boot, in the bootie.

OG, of course has his diminutive minions, Bill and Bob to add, well, maybe add, maybe subtract. You never can tell with those two swimming in the tsunami waves of events.