Beatle sighs as he drinks a bottle of milk.

"TAHOOO!!! TAHOOO!!!" A Taho Vendor sits next to Beatle. "Shit! ANG INIT!!! Ah... Hello, po, sir! You want Taho?" the man asked kindly.

Beatle just smiles and nods. "Never knew you Taho Vendors were still around... after..." Beatle looks around to see the desolate snowy wasteland. "...all this..."

"It's okay, sir! Just try it for yourself, po!"

"Thank you, my good sir," smiled Beatle, as he is served Taho and Beatle pays him a couple of shells.

The Taho Vendor smiles and walks away, continuing his journay as he carried his heavy buckets filled with silken tofu and sweet caramel.

Beatle immediately senses a disturbace and stands up, only for suddenly, a gunshot could be heard and the man's brains splatter everywhere.

An American man in a cowboy getup meets Beatle.

Beatle stares at him, pointing his blaster at him. "He was just a vendor."

"He's a fuckin' animal. AND YOU KNOW IT!!!" The American man breathed heavily. "You some kinda Cosplayer? HM!?!?! Woke ass motherfucker."

"'Woke.' You Americans keep saying it like the word 'Terrorist' that at this point, it's lost all meaning."

"WHERE IS THE SPLOOGE FACTORY!?!?" asked the American man.

"You're an idiot if you're came all the way here to find it," said Beatle. Beatle continues pointing the gun at him.

"You..." he sees the star on his chest. "You should be on OUR side!"

"A little more complicado than that, padre," said Beatle. "You're a Human. I won't kill you. I won't allow myself to kill you."

"Why do you wanna kill me? I just wanna destroy the Splooge factory. Save the world."

"I've been trying to do so for so long... What makes you think you've got the touch, and you've got the power?"

"The fact that I got all the way out here means something."

"Yeah. It means you're fucking stupid. And stubborn. Go home. Lemme handle this."

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"AND WHAT!?!? LET AMERICA BURN!?!? The American Dream... is to help your nation prosper."

Beatle begins laughing.

"What? WHAT!?!?"

"I mean... Wow. I CANNOT believe you guys still exist. Like... The 'American Dream' bullshit. America burned when the world burned. All that's left is us trying to fight for what's left of it."

"The American Dream is that anyone can succeed in the United States."

"IN... The United States... Now, lemme tell ya sumthin' about the U.S. and A. IN... The States..."

"Yeah?"

"What about us? Your nation exploited our country for years when I was still... Well... Human..." he said. "The American Dream was a scam. Once another power-hungry leader had a better idea than America, America got scared... They tried to snuff her out, but it didn't work. Caused the ice age."

"That AIN'T TRUE!!!"

"Y'know who killed Aurora's family?" asked Beatle. "Caused all this bullshit? CIA. Because they were so afraid of what she could do. And she did it."

"Did what?"

Beatle laughed. "Aurora got stronger. More powerful even that she eventually became the motherFUCKING President of America... They didn't teach you this in the history books, boy... just like the time you invaded us... Or the time you assassinated one of our um... Prezes... Don't matter. The American Dream is propaganda. It's meant to rile you up to do terrible fucking things to weaker people... weaker countries... like we used to be. And now... Aurora stands right on top."

"WHAT DID SHE DO!?!?"

"She fucking nuked this place. you thundering dumbass," said Beatle.

"YOU'RE LYING!!!"

Beatle grabs his forehead, and all went silent. Tears flowed down his eyes and he fell to his knees.

"I... wasn't born then... My parents taught... NO... NO!!!" The man points the gun to his own head as Beatle catches the bullet and crushes the gun in his hand.

"You're HIM!!! You're the ST. KING!!!" He bows in prayer. "I AM SORRY FOR OFFENDING YOU!!! PLEASE!!! MERCY!!! MERCY!!!"

Beatle sighs and just prays, "Our Father Thou art in Heaven..."

"Wait... You pray... as well..." he sniffed.

"Yes."

"To whom..." the man sobbed.

"To God."

"But... I was told you were God..."

"No. I'm more kinda like a weird Moses figure. Kinda... Maccabbee kinda fella."

"No... NO!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!!"

"Easy, there, dude," Beatle bowed in front of him. "Um..." He sees a necklace around the cowboy's neck. "Who gave you that?"

"My uh... Mom... Yeah..."

"Why did she give you that?"

"Because she believed I was to save the world one day."

Beatle closes his eyes. "Is that your dream?"

"It was... now I'm bein' told that everythin' I ever knew was bullshit."

"Did you... believe...?"

"Yes."

"Good. What's your name?"

"I'd rather not say."

"Good. The less we know, the better. Um... Factory's at 4:00."

"You... really think I could-?"

"No. But I believe you tried. You'll die a hero."

The man's lips quiver. "That's all... I've ever wanted... was to matter."

"Then matter. Because damned straight you already do. But if that's your dream, YOUR WAY OF LIVING the American Dream, I won't stand in your way..."

Beatle sighs. "I sense... that man will be written in history..."

That evening, that man entered the gate of the factory and was shot. The next day, it was discovered the Taho vendor he shot was one of Aurora's spies who was meant to tell Aurora about Beatle's whereabouts. Beatle never knew his name. Beatle wore that necklace under his armor ever since.