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As the man got closer, Billy concentrated. Aubrey. Edel. She cut off his ball. She betrayed him. The worst feelings he could muster. Worked himself up. Rolled it around. Jamal chasing him. Fear coursing through him. The man was almost on top of him. He had a gun. He felt his stomach twist, his throat clench befor he leaned forward, vomiting a mouthfull of ink all over the man's face and shoulder as he came by.

Billy was immediatly knocked to the ground. His vision went white for a moment as he was dazed, but he had had been on the receiving end of many a pistol whip. His tentacles thrashed, blindly groping for the man's ankles as he gave a low, maddened snicker.

Billy gave a scream of pain, his free tentacles flailing madly now. This time, the spray of ink that rushed into his mouth and across his carpet and the guard's feet was involuntary. As he gasped for air, he turned the screem into a laugh, "GO AHEAD AN' FECKIN' KILL ME! IT CAN'T BE WORSE THAN BEIN' THIS!" his chin glittered shiny blackened liquid, the fish smell getting worse.

Billy gave a wail, a free tentacle reaching one of the fallen crutches befor he took hold of it and swung it around to crash against the soldier's legs with a loud crack.

Billy gasped, the wind knocked out of him, leaving him officially dazed.

Billy lay still, weazing as he tried to breath, feeling brused, broken, in pain, but for some reason... relieved. Nothing like a self-inflicted adrenalin rush to clean the system. And he got his crutches. What room service.

When Billy had surfaced to go to breakfast the next day, he frowned at the note someone seemed to ahve left him on his door. it was crumpled and smudged in red, and his skin paled.

What the hell had he DONE to be hated so badly?? He gave a snarl, crumpling it in a tentacle befor immediatly crutching in a specific direction. *He* knew who must have written this. Knowing that damn lizard girl, she had probably attacked someone who had sneezed nearby her, explaining the red-brown stains. Well, he'd PROOVE to them he was harmless! Hell, one look at him, and she'd be disgusted enough to even sympathise and give them back to him, maybe? He came to the duplex he and Pyroth had stalked so many times, knocking loudly with the leg of his crutch, "OY! OY C'MERE T'ME!!"

Chubbs blinked as he was scrubbing his claws with a tooth brush in the bathroom sink when the loud banging ran through his home. What the heck was going on? someone must of had some urgency or something. Chubbs rinsed off his hands and shook them as he made his way to the door. With a turn of the handle, he opened the door to a surprise to him, a blue guy with tenticles.

" Er... hey?"

At the sight of the preditor, the octopus-man staggered backward, his eyes wide as ink filled his mouth, rushing down his chin and chest with a gargling cough, "Ach!!"

Chubbs raised a brow and curled up his nose, god what the hell? Chubbs sniffed at the guys general direction, it wasn't blood he was choking up, but god knows what it was. IT stank regardless, so He decided not to smell this guy again too soon.

" Ya need ah... a lab person?"

Billy coughed and sputtered, spitting it all out onto the ground, trying to wipe the foul tasting ink from his beard, "I WANT wa's MINE!"

Chubbs frowned and his lip curled up. Who ever this guy was, he was loud and pushy, two annoying features.

"Quit ya bloody yelling!... what the hell are ya talking bout?"

"I 'aint gonna be BLACKMAILED fer somethin' I din' DO!" He snapped, shoving the now slightly inky note forward at the hairy man who now seemed fairly harmless.

Chubbs was losing his patience, but then took the crumpled up piece of paper. Unfolding it, he took a while, reading it carefully and sniffing at the stains. His lip curled up in a bit of a snarl for a moment and he held the note out to the raving nutjob at the door.

" Who the bloody hell is suppose to be Snow White?"

"Y'shoul' know, one o' ye bloody STOLE it from me!"

Chubbs took a moment, frowning in confusion, then looking at the note again. He crumpled it up in a ball and tossed it at the tenticled man.

" You must be Billy huh?"

Chubbs held up a hand palm out, gesturing for him to stay.

" Wait right there mate, I got right what you need, lemme just go get it"

With that, Chubbs turned and walked back into his home.

Billy blinked, his skin unsteadily turning read all over. That certainly hadn't been the reaction he had been expecting.

It didn't take long at all for Chubbs to get what he wanted. a hard wooden chair from the table that he picked up in one hand. Turning around and eyeing up squid boy in the door way, Chubbs flung the chair in his general direction. Chubbs followed it after, for he was just getting started, teeth bared and claws showing.

Billy gave a cry, tripping over his own weak limbs, another panic-induced mouthfull of ink splattering from his lips as he fell backward off of his crutches, "WHA' TH'BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WIT' YOU??"

Chubbs looked at Billy with killer eyes and stood over him, leering. Drool started to slide down from his teeth and he pointed a long claw at Billy.

" It's YOU!... I'm trying to keep.... a small ******** piece of my humanity intact..... I'm stuck in the GOD FORSAKEN HELLHOLE!... away from everyone I care about..... and when I finally....FINALLY!.. get the tiniest sense of a family again...YOU ******** GO AND ATTACK EM!"

Chubbs roared loudly at Billy, to and an exclimation to that point.

"I DIN' ATTACK ANYBODY!!" Billy shreacked back, his chest heaving as he weakly tried to crawl back, "A' LEAST Y'CAN BLOODY WALK!! A' LEAST YER A BLOODY MAMMAL!! A'LEAST Y'DIN' GE' YER BLOODY BALL REMOVED FER SOMETHIN' Y'DIN DO!! ONE thing, S'ALL I ASK! I aint bloody ME ANYMORE!! "

Chubbs roared once more and went and grabbed the chair he threw. Carrying it over to Billy, Chubbs puth the leg brace down on his neck and then sat on one knee on the chair. Chubbs began to talk again, through gritted teeth.

" You SHUT THE HELL UP!..... You are so full of s**t....Colche... you know her?, I bet ya do a** wipe! I Found Colche in the cafeteria sprouting " Billy hurts me" And then I hear ya went after my girl... WRONG MOVE!!.."

Chubbs sent the chair flying then leant down and picked up Billing by two of his tenticles and dragged him to his feet.

" I Don't give a RATS ARSE! how s**t ya life is now.. .. I'll trade you any god damn day of the week. A ******** ball? not walking? I WOULD CUT OFF MY OWN LEGS IF IT STOPPED ME WANTING TO RIP EVERYTHING TO MOTHER ******** PIECES!"


"I WAS DRUGGED Y'MOTHER FECKIN' PANSY!!" Billy screamed back, trying to struggle free, "YER FECKIN' INSANE!! MOREAU DID SOMETHIN' T'ME AN' THIS GOD DAMNED MESS HAS BEEN RESOOOOLVED!" His chest heaved and he spat a fresh batch of ink into the hairy brute's eyes, "An' we bloody MADE UP since then!! Can't mean tha' much t'ye if'n y'hadn't e'en SPOKEN T'her abou' it since then!!"

Chubbs snarled and gripped onto one of the tenticles as he clamped down his eyes and shook his head about. He rubbed at his face with the back of his paw as he tried to get it off.

" You b*****d!"

"JES FECKIN' CALM DOWN AN' LISTEN!!!"

Chubbs snorted hot breath out his nose as he held tight to that slippery appendage. Taking a moment, he grabbed up the bottom of his shirt and tried to rub the gunk out of his eyes. Blinking, he looked at Billy once more, with teeth showing.

"Deep breaths, lad, in an' out," Billy panted, raising his tentacle hands in a movement of truce, "I aint ne'er hurt anyone on purpsoe! Save fer tha' one-armed lad tha' grew th'horns, bu' tha' was good natured bullyin'!"

Chubbs grit his teeth and breathed heavier, just hearing this guy telling him what to do was pissing him off to no end. His hand still wrapped round the tenticle, but at this stage, Chubbs wasn't conciously doing it.

" What about Colche" He let out in an almost snarl.

Still, Billy's breath came raspy from the pain. Ignore it. Shove it in the back untill later. He'd been through worse. Yeah, right. "Horrible... Horrible situation tha' I had nothin' t'do wit'. Tha' was after I... lost me stuff. Detox was rough, I'll tell y'... bloody hell," He laughed nerviously, but cleared his throat, "Coul'... y'pu' me down? Tha'... hurts somethin' awfull."

Chubbs stared at the arm in his hand , it was a moment or two before he decided to let go, as if he was deciding to. Chubbs started cleaning his face and his hand a little as he spoke, all the while looking as if he'd rend the guy if he could.

" And now ya wanna ******** yaself up again?... that stash... it ain't huge... what happens when ya run out again?...Repeat performance?"

"Th'people in th'labs seemed concerned. It'd be worth it jes' t'feck up their data. I'd rather stop on me own than b'forced to," He hissed, wobbling backward befor his legs finally buckled. He gave a curse, his tentacles laying limp and twitching. Between being stomped on and squeezed, they were feeling as though cutting them off and regenerating new ones would be less painfull. "Look a' me," He glanced up, his brows furrowed amongst his greyed hair, "In another change, wha's gonna be left, eh? We're ALL hurtin', lad. Jes' give me wha's mine an' trust I won' feck somethin' up? E'er'thin' else is fecked up already."

Chubbs turned and walked away from Billy, as if he were going away. Chubbs went and instead grabbed the chair once more and headed back. Looking as though he was going to stomp it on Billy again, instead he put it beside Billy, Chubbs was a monster, but he wasn't a jerk.

" Here, sit"

Chubbs then walked away inside his home and left the door open as he headed out back into the bathroom. Taking off the lid to the back of the toilet, he found the stash and picked it up, heading out to the front.

Anxiously, Billy pulled himself up, groaning as he let his beaten tentacles hang, using the unharmed ones as best he could. He tried to pull his crutches up as well, in case the hairy madman decided to attack him again, at least he had a weapon.

Chubbs held out a wet paw and an air tight baggy of stuff he had now clue what it was.

" I suggest ya get rid of it, but yeah... not my choice.... Joliette never flogged it... I found it in that bush over there"

Chubbs pointed to the gap between the duplex next door and the bushes there in. His face wasn't a happy one at all during the whole time.

" I guess it was someone who know's you had it... staff probably"

Tentitively, Billy raised a tentacle to take it, his eyes locked on the powder, "Aye, yeah, prob'ly..."

Chubbs let him take it, watching the man's face the whole time. What a hell of a world it was where it was stuff like that, that could run our lives.

" Sorry..... bout .. just now........ I can't stop it.... I probably ripped that lab tech up myself I just dunno."

Chubbs looked at his claws the oned he hadn't cleaned properly and looked at the blood and bark that was under them.

" Ya better go... while I'm okay... ya might not get the chance next time... sometimes the lab guys arent so quick on the button"

He snorted, "Wha's wit' e'ery one wantin' t'kill me?" As he pulled himself up to his feet on his crutches, he tucked the baggy under the webbing of the tentacles in front of his legs, able to cling to it with the base of them without being obvious, "Goo' luck wit' tha'. I'm sure if y'actually TRIED, ye wouln' be sech a d**k."

That said, the octopus man plucked up the fallen crumpled death threat note with the tip of a tentacle befor hobbiling away towards his own duplex as fast as he was able.

Chubbs looked at the octopus hobble his way off, Chubbs glared at him and said to himself

" Then you're next"

Turning to the door he went back inside his home, going to get cleaned up before looking for Joliette.

Bobby had to stop at her duplex first and drop off her loaded backpack. Ever since she figured out that Billy was in the duplex below, her mind had been working. The pig always knew about the garden, but she didn't feel right taking anything out on the work of nature. So, her new scheme was the option... and it was one that she hadn't done since high school.

The woman grabbed a few supplies and then she calmly walked back down the stairs and hid for a little bit. It would do her no good if Billy found out right away that she lived in the duplex above. Thinking that enough time had passed since she clammered down the stairs, Bobby took her position.

Ever since her transformation, her nimbleness deteriorated...but her throwing skills had since improved. Bobby took aim and released her first attack: an egg. Then her next: a tomato. And then, the finale: a ballon of maple syrup and powder sugar.

Inside, Billy had been laying in his tub, just finishing up release from his sweet sweet vice he had missed so terribly. At the sudden sounds of attack at his front door, Billy jumped, tucking his baggy back into it's hiding place as he grabbed his crutches to hurtle himself towards the door, "Wha' th'bloody hell...? OY!" He cracked the door to peer out, a tentacle sliding around towards the outside.

Bobby had been ready just in case. She didn't say anything, and stood her ground. Pulling out a secret weapon, the pig through another syrup-sugar balloon. By anticipating the movements of the tentacle, the woman was able to aim just right. The balloon exploded upon contact, spreading all over the searching appendage.

"JESUS FECKIN' CHRIST!! Wha' th'hell is WRONG WIT YOU PEOPLE??" Billy roared, stumbling forward out of his house to spot the pig-cop, "YOU!" His tentacles flailed in his anger, his grip on his crutches tightening as he suddenly surged forward towards her.

Pyroth had been on his way down the rows of duplexes towards his own, antibiotics in his pocket and feeling better than he had earlier when a pretty major ruckus met his ears. He blinked once, pondering wether it was worth it to investigate and decided that yes, It probably was, that voice sounded familiar. He changed his direction towards Billy's duplex where the sound seemed to be coming from.

Bobby watched Billy's reaction with interest and humor. Usually, she left the scene-of-the-crime as soon as possible. But what did she have to fear here? Besides, the reaction of the octopus was entertaining. The pig stood her ground. She felt that if she was in any danger, which she doubted would happen, that she could get away. She may be slower now, but surely she could outrun a tentacled cripple.*

Looking around, Bobby pretended she was confused. "Who, me?"

Billy flailed a messy tentacle, his skin steadily turning redder in his rage, "WHA' TH'BLOODY HELL WAS THA' FER??"

As Pyroth got nearer, it became apparent what the hell was going on. Didn't mean he could believe it though, Bobby had always struck him as not the kind of person to throw foodstuffs at someone's door. He paused in his stride, more stunned at Billy's current stage of transformation than anything else. He was tempted to say something but resisted for the time being, content for that moment to be just a stunned passer by.

Bobby smiled and leaned back, crossing her arms in front her her chest. "Do you REALLY have to ask?"

Billy's changes, and the fact that he actually needed crutches, registered in her mind, but she hardly noticed. Hearing a sound, the woman turned and caught sight of the coyote. Her smile grew, but it was an evil-kind of smile, just a friendly one, "Hey Pyroth!"

Billy was livid, "I kin' bearly WALK an' now I gotta' clean up tha' crap?" He snapped, crossing up to her, tentacles outstretched to crab her angrilly. He didnt' even notice Pyroth, his eyes bloodshot and manic.

Pyroth eyebrow twitched at Bobby's casual greeting before relaxing just enough to stop gawping. "Uhm, hi. I'm not interrupting anything am I?" he glanced at Billy and the messy door "Like..vandalism?" He almost instantly turned his attentions to Billy, aware that he looked very pissed off indeed and set to grab Bobby. He pointed "Look out?"

Bobby waved Pyroth off, "No, not all! You're not interrupting. And it's not vandalism, it's decorating!" Turning her attention back to the rageful octopus, the woman looked at him. This time, genuinely confused, "How is that my problem? You don't HAVE to clean it up if you don't want...."

The pig took one step back, but the way she did it looked more as if her foot had gotten tired and she was shifting her weight. "Thanks for the warning," Bobby winked at Pyroth. She still found the whole situation amusing.

Billy was livid, his nostrils flairing as he surged forward, a tentacle latching around an arm as he pulled her towards him. He could already feel the ink instinctually build up in his throat, but he held it in untill she was close enough, vomiting it directly at her, aiming for her face and front.

Pyroth found the casual micheviousness with which Bobby treated the situation deeply troubling and made a note to never ever get on her bad side if he could avoid it. He was about to ask her what had possessed her to just launch an attack on Billy when Billy himself shut the coyote up by launching a barrage of ink at his assailant. He just blinked and cringed "...ick. That will be a nightmare to wash out." He couldn't help but grin though, she really had asked for it this time.

Bobby might have been really mad if she wasn't alreasy happy about her succeeding with the door. Actually, she had been spat on before... many times, actually. It came with the job of being a cop. Never before had the spit been such a thick ink.

The woman took control over the pig, who was pissed about the attack. Without saying a word, she took off her shirt and started to rub as much of it off as she could. Modestly was not on her agenda. Under the drinking ink, white teeth from her smile could be seen.

"You think this will be a nightmare? Have you ever tried to get egg off your door? It's horrible." Having gotten enough ink off, Bobby handed the inked shirt to Billy to hold in a tentacle. "Can you hold this for a second?" Her voice was so calm it might have been scary. With pudgy fingers she released her arm from the offending tentacle and strode right past Billy, making sure one of her nipples rubbed against a tentacle. The feeling almost made her throw up in her mouth, but her intention was to do the same to the octopus.

Billy gave a disgusted growl, jerking back, "I HOPE SOMEONE BLOODY EATS YOU Y'DAMN FAT PIG!!" Ink was still dribbling down his chin in his frustration, "GO FECKIN' CLEAN THA' DAMN DOOR!!"

Pyroth was waiting patiently for all hell to break loose, part of him hopelessly amused, so long as it wasn't him with the messy door or covered in ink, he could deal. However, when Bobby met the onslaught with nothing but pure calm, he was worried, she must have been REALLY pissed off about the whole thing. He moved a little closer, still nervous and realised that Bobby was now entirely shirtless. Wow. She wasn't kidding about her transformation. He looked away, turning his attention now to Billy. "What did you do to deserve this one?"

At least someone had some decency around here. It wasn't until she had turned around that she noticed Pyroth had turned away. At the doorstep, Bobby dropped her pants. She was a pig, she ate /all/ the time... so like Billy could spit ink on command, she could....

Some gas passed. "Eat me? I hope you realize octopus is just as edible as pork... tastier, in fact." When Bobby stood up, there was a nice, neat pig of human-pig poo waiting for Billy.

The woman pulled up her pants and then motioned to the door behind her, "This door? This damn door?" In her eyes, one could see her obvious rage. She was made about the whole Island right now. Colche's tears replayed in her mind, and gave her strength. The cheetah shouldn't have to be sad... Bobby shouldn't have to be on this forsaken Island! She couldn't take it out on the guards; she couldn't take it out on the staff; she definitely couldn't take it out on Moreau... so that left Billy.

With a quick motion, surprising for one of her current weight, Bobby turned. All her anger and rage collected for that one moment. Her fist collided with the door with a loud smack. Granted, the door was so solid, she couldn't get it all the way through. But, it left a very noticeable, very large dent. The pig pulled away her hand, bloodied from it. Bobby didn't seem to notice, "You mean THAT ******** door?"

The woman sneered then walked past both males, grabbing her shirt from Billy's grasp. She felt dirty... she need to go wash up. She headed towards the river.

Billy gaped, drug addled brain unable to vocalize his feelings for just then, violet eyes round and gawking.

Pyroth was stunned beyond belief at the whole event and decided definately not to get involved, it was pretty clear the two of them had /history/ that he didn't want to become a part of, not right now.

Pyroth decided that despite Billy looking in a pretty significant state of shock that he might as well ask what the hell had prompted that. He took another few steps closer to the door, avoiding the ink and other assorted things scattered around. "Uh...what just happened?" he asked, and noting the man's shock added "And are you okay?"

"I DON' KNOW!!" Billy roared, "I din' do ANYT'IN'! I jes' heard noises an' she's feckin' THROWIN' SHITE! Firs' tha' damn NOTE, now THIS!!"

Pyroth blinked "Seriously? She just like, freaked and started hitting your duplex?" all the time he had spoken to Bobby she had seemed sane and not prone to bouts of lunacy.

"Oh-kay." he nodded "I'll make note to watch myself in future then in case I get hit by eggs for no reason." he paused "Note? You got a note?"

"Someone bloody thinks I-" He cut off, shaking his head, his eyes clenched shut as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with a tentacle, "Can I use yer intercom? There's no way she's gettin' away wit' tha'! No' when I din' DO nothin'!"

Pyroth pondered what he meant, finally guessing that it was something to do with Aubrey and the events of the last few days, maybe someone thought Billy did it? God knew that everyone on the island seemed to enjoy demonising him. "Sure, feel free to, I've only used it once anyway." he pointed down the rows of duplexes with a paw "Number 5 is down near that end."

"Righ', les' go," Billy grunted, crutching his way in the direction Pyroth had motioned to.

Pyroth nodded, leading the way, at least he was on the ground floor.