Jonathan Crane has always loved the concept of fear and how far you can go with it. So it wasn't long before he lost his license to practice medicine. His experiments on some patients were so cruel that one of them had to report Crane to the authorities.

Now let's go to a local nightclub. The Iceberg Lounge was run by the Cobblebot family and was very popular with all kinds of people. Celebrities of good or bad status went there to relax and so did Crane. After he was fired, actually three weeks after he was fired, he visited the club for a few drinks. When Crane had a job, he wouldn't put a drop of alcohol on his tongue to stay awake and think clearly. Now that he was fired, he could break that little rule.

Crane went to the bar and took the first empty seat. The club was a little emptier this time, which was a good thing for Crane. The drinks would come faster this way. Crane raised his right hand towards the bartender and said, "Two vodka shots, mate!" The bartender quickly poured two shots and handed them to Crane. "And a bottle please!" Crane added, whereupon the bartender placed the bottle on the bar counter. The service at the club always left Crane satisfied. He downed his first glass and looked at the bartender, whose face looked a little too familiar. After a few seconds, he and the bartender locked eyes and made long eye contact. "Everything all right, sir?" the bartender asked and Crane smiled and downed his second glass.

"I didn't know Cobblepots was such a hard worker." "I never thought Cobblepots was so hardworking," Crane said, a sickly grin on his face. Oswald, the bartender from the beginning, straightened his back and looked at Crane with a frown. "You're wrong, sir." Oswald hissed at Crane, who continued to work as the undercover bartender. "Wrong? Come on, I never make mistakes!" Crane picked up the bottle of vodka and shook it. Oswald's face became even more grim. He turned away from Crane and walked to the other side of the bar.

The thing about Oswald's undercover work was that the Cobblepots were always at the top of the business hierarchy, whether they were in business or selling drugs. The younger brother Oswald, unlike his older brother Emile, had been getting his hands dirty since the age of ten. How spoiled Emile was, sitting on his fat arse in his father's office counting dollars. How Oswald hated him.

"I didn't know you were a coward too!" Crane shouted at Oswald with a chuckle, then pulled out a pocketknife and used it to remove the filter from the bottle. The vodka could now flow out of the bottle like water. Oswald, noticing the knife, ran towards Chane and tried to grab him. "Nu-uh! I'm not giving it to you, this is a personal matter." Crane called out and put the knife back. "Hey!" Oswald yelled at Crane, "It's a fucking weapon!" and climbed over the bar counter and tried to grab the knife again, but was grabbed by his brother Emile.

"Oswald, you wench! Is this how we treat our customers?" you would hear Emile say in that rather pompous voice. Oswald's eyes were fixed on Emile and after a few seconds he came down from the bar counter. "I'm terribly sorry, sir, these fleabags can get out of hand sometimes." "Now, what do we say when we make a mistake Oswald?" Emile turned to Crane and grinned, turning his head towards Oswald. Oswald let out a short sigh, looked down and muttered something. "Louder!" Emile struck Oswald in the stomach with his golden cane. "I am very sorry, sir..." Oswald looked up. Emile let out a short laugh and went back to his office.

A few hours passed and the hall emptied. Oswald was wiping down the women's restroom when he heard someone retch. Oswald let out a short scream and looked at the door. He could see the shadow of a man out in the men's restroom. That was probably one of those drunks that forgot that the party ended. Oswald made his way out of the restroom and head to the men's restroom when he was met by Emile.

"Hello, Oswald." he said and swung his golden cane at Oswald's feet, making him fall. Laughter filled the empty halls of The Iceberg Lounge. "You see, dear brother, I just had a new deal with the drops man! They offered to get you in proper shape if I gently traded you off to them." Emile said and pinned Oswald down his leg, "This move will make our business thrive! Although, I didn't promise the proper shape part..." Emile mumbled, lifting his golden cane. Oswald was finally at his limit, he broke down begging. "Please, Emile! Have mercy, Emile!!" Oswald cried out when-!

BONK!!

Emile fell on top of Oswald. Oswald could hear something dripping onto the floor. "Hey babe, you wanna get-? Hold on a second..." he then heard someone puke to his right. Oswald managed to roll Emile to his right and get him off of him. "What... Who...?" Oswald gasped for air and looked at his savior, who turned out to be drunk Crane.

Crane wiped his mouth with his sleeve and dropped the metal pipe he found, collapsing soon after. "Why is everything happening to me?" Oswald groaned.