Instructions From Ironman  I am with my co-workers, the chicken catchers from the early crew. We have guns. I have a .22. They have shotguns. Some of the guys are shooting clay pigeons. Somehow, a clay pigeon flies towards me, and I'm afraid I'll get shot. I wince. The catchers yell to me, "Smother it!", or "Kick it!" They want me to go right up to it and shoot. There is a huge bull there. Ironman, one of the catchers, comes up to me. I think he is going to tell me how to shoot. I protest, saying I'm a catcher and that I don't shoot guns. But he says, "Look, Kenneth..." and continues to give me instructions on how to catch chickens.  I'm in a room and the catchers submarine me, especially Joel. I retaliate. I beat up two or three guys and one girl. I might have had sex with another girl.