The next day was just as tense. The VJ's were startled at every little knock at the door. Mostly it was the mailman or the pizza guy, but around four-ish, someone seemed to forget to check the peephole, and four young men entered the studio. The leader was tall, dark-haired, and clad in leather and spikes. The second young man was dark-skinned and was probably the least confrontational of the group. The third young man was very intimidating looking, with a blonde buzzcut and a t-shirt with the word, HATE. The fourth young man? Don't even get me started. He had a brown pageboy cut, and he was very muscular, he looked like he could punch out somebody, the way he looked. He was wearing a Sex Pistols t-shirt and from the look on his face, you wouldn't want to mess with him. As soon as the quartet made their way to the break room, they scanned the perimeter for Brian Webber. The muscular young man said. "Oh my god, that's him, Cole!" Cole, the leader, approached Brian threateningly and exclaimed. "Hey, Webber!" 

Brian replied. "What are you four doing here? Get out of the studio." 

Now everybody's eyes were on the confrontation. Bill was slightly tempted to go chant. "Fight! Fight!"

The confrontation was too dramatic to pass up. Veronica on the other hand was frightened. She didn't know if these four were going to hurt Brian. The muscular young man growled. "Cut the bullshit. You're giving us the money."

The blonde young man shouted. "Yeah. Hand it over. Let's see the moolah." 

Brian was shocked to hear a woman's voice come out of the young man, she seemed to be trying a bit too hard to sound menacing, but Brian could still tell she had a very passive, gentle voice. Brian tilted his head. "You're a girl?!"

The blonde woman replied. "Of course I'm a girl you idiot! Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't kick your ass in. In case you forgot, the name's Wendy Wormwood. Does that name ring a bell?"

Brian was confused. The blonde freak was Wendy?! The last time he saw her, she was a heroin addict and shit, but at least she actually had hair! The muscular man spoke up. "I'm a girl too, bastard! In fact, I'm Tiffany Johnston!" 

"What!? I was expecting a little rich girl like you to wear frilly dresses, not look like a dyke!"

Tiffany replied. "You say dyke like it's a bad thing. It's actually a pretty sweet compliment. By the way, don't you have any lesbians in your life? I remember you telling me about this dyke you lived with. Remember her? Caroline Shaw? Didn't she get respect?"

Brian blushed. This lesbian was embarrassing him in front of his co-workers! Sarah was shocked with how sexist her guardian was! In fact, she actually found Tiffany's bluntness and sharp wit attractive. Brian replied, in a nervous tone. "Uh......I'll pay off the loan sometime, but you're gonna have to wait awhile!" 

He glanced at his wife, Mary. "If you want, you can stay awhile! You can pay a visit to my apartment! I tell you, Mary makes the best enchiladas. They are far more satisyfing than any amount of money could be."

Wendy replied. "Even with that, you'll still have to pay off the loan!"

Cole approached a glass table. "Hmm....what do you think I should do with this? Oh well, I'll destroy it!" 

He kicked the table in, and it shattered into a million pieces.

Mary was distraught. "Stop! I'm begging you, stop!"

Eventually, Cole and his friends obliged. "If you're gonna cry like that, we'll leave. But you will still have to pay off the loan eventually." The quartet left in a huff.