Cake Cream returned to the karaoke bar the following evening, intent of further damage control.
As they sat at their table quaffing Shirley Temples and Roy Rogers, a woman approached Mike and said "Do you remember me?"
Mike's face went ashen: he unfurled a trembling fart, a little squeaker, actually, and said nothing as the stench of his fear permeated the room.
"Sure you do, Mike...we lived together for six months. You liked to beat the shit out of me, remember? It ended when you broke my jaw, sending me to the hospital. Do you rembmeber it all now? No? Well, maybe THIS will help..."
With that she piicked up the mic, selected her song and belted it out.
"My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
If you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore"
By the time she finished you could hear a pin drop; then a well of resentment and approbation rolled toward Mike.
"We better leave" said Axl; as they ran out the outraged crowd hurled bottles of Bud and baskets of tater tots at them.
They fled to DQ.
Their strawberry blizzards could not cut through the pressing notion of Doom and Gloom; "Mike, did you really beat up a woman?"
Mike smiled, and said "Yeah, but she deserved it."
Unbeknownst to Cake Cream, TMZ filmed both the battered woman singing "My Name is Luka" and Mike's admission at DQ that he was an unrepentant woman-beater: it went viral.
Hundreds of woman surrounded their luxurions penthouse suite, waving pitchforks and firebrands, demanding "Justice for Battered Women."
Through tears, Mike said to Axl "She really annoyed me, Axl, what else could I do but beat the holy shit out of her?"
What else, indeed?