As Angry Daz Woke Up, He Remembered Just Blurred Reccollections Of The Day Before, Due To The Amount Of Beers He Had Consumed. He Had Been Taken To The Match, Walked The Hallowed Turf, Been Befriended By The Ground Staff, And Sat In A Prime Position To Watch The Whole Match. As He Had Lived A Very Sheltered And Lonely Life, He Knew Very Little About The Ins And Outs Of Football, But He Enjoyed It Anyway. Afterwards, Sergie And Albere Were To Open His Eyes Fully, As They Took Him To A Strippers Bar, Where They Plied Him With Bottles Of Carlsberg, And He Sat Starry Eyed, As A Whole Host Of Busty Women Bared Their All, And One Of Them Even Done A Lap Dance For Him Free Of Charge. This Was Better Than Life At A Garage. Afterwards He Was Taken To A Curry House, Where He Selected A Tikka Lamb Vindaloo, With Peshwari Naan, Washed Down With More Beers.(Oh How He Wished He Had Put The Toilet Roll In The Freezer) He Had A Head That Could Split Logs, And A Butt Like A Blood Orange, But He Had Enjoyed His Day Out Immensly. He Was Starting To Seriously Resent His Time Spent,Wasted, At The End Of The Parts Dept Managers Desk, And Was Starting To Think About Revenge. But First He Would Have To Be Integrated Into Society, Just Like The ACES, So Then He Could Move About, Unsuspectingly, Selecting His Targets For The ACES Team To Execute. After All, Thats What He Was Captured For, So He Had To Get Back To Reallity, And Think About His Next Phases Of Training, The Good Bits Could Come Later. But First, He Had To Sober Up, As He Had To Go To Work With The Team At Their Place Of Work, So As Not To Arouse Suspicion When He Was On His Scouting Missions. The Crack Commandos Were Once Again Closing In On The Aces, So Daz,s Training Was To Be Intensive, But Thorough, Over The Next Week Or Two, But The Serious Stuff Was To Begin Soon.
The Fun Was Over, Especially For BIG DAZ, As Events Had Taken A Turn For The Worst While Sergie And Albere Had Daz Away For The Day. Wakim Kakistabba Had Been Looking After BIG DAZ.