TugBOAT wanders home to the Tundra Territories after a long, hard fought battle. He had been away for some time after a personal disagreement with Führer Xeen, but he had returned.
They had been through much together, TugBOAT, and those KUTT boys. Everywhere that little tugboat tugged, people would always ask him about KUTT.
"KUTT? The fuck you askin me for? I ain't in that clan!" TugBOAT would proclaim loudly, before exclaiming, "Fuck that douchebag Xeen!" which brought about universal agreement from most with whom he spoke. Almost all of them, all, but one: Tanken.
TugBOAT grew misty eyed as he spied his old friend upon the horizon. The friend who brought him to the Tundra to begin with. TugBOAT fell.
"Rise, my son." Tanken said. "Return to the tundra where you belong."
"But I can't! Xeen and I.. he just.. he's too mean.. and I was too mean back.." TugBOAT replied.
"No," Tanken said simply, "You're wrong about him. Sure, he can be a bit grumpy at times. Sure, a bit bossy. But he means well, and deep down, deep, deep, deep, down. I know that Xeen will take you back."
TugBOAT grew misty eyed, "Really? You think.. you think things have changed?"
"Oh, they've changed. Times are much brighter now. The old Führer.. well.. he's gone and changed things in the Tundra. We're more of an oligarchy now. It's much more peaceful."
TugBOAT's bright baby blue eyes sparked with delight, "Oh, Tanken, it's so wonderful! It's as if all my dreams have come true!"
TugBOAT frolicked happily towards the KUTT fortress. Standing outside, however, was Führer Xeen. "Mein Führer?! I heard that.. I had heard..."
"SILENCE!" proclaimed Führer Xeen in response to TugBOAT's humble return. The same TugBOAT who had fought, and bled, and cried, and even... laughed... with the heartless man who now shouted, "YOU ARE TO BE EXECUTED!"
TugBOAT shouted back, "YOU BREATHE CUM TO LIVE!" and ran away as fast as his little engine could take him... where? Who knows. TugBOAT had no where else to go, and would probably rust away in a ship yard somewhere. RIP.
