It was too late, Thomas had not realized what he had seen. Now Thomas must retreat back to alcoholism again. Depressed and now drunk Thomas decided to walk on the train tracks, contemplating life. He swayed back and forth in a drunken stupor whilst leaning off the edge of the bridge. Looking down, he chuckled miserably drowning out his pain with each gulp. Teasing himself whether he’d actually jump off or not. Then Percy came up behind Thomas. Percy shoved Thomas off the bridge. Thomas screamed in agony as he fell into the pitch-black void. The fall had shattered nearly all of his parts. Only his head remained intact. “Goodbye” percy said, then jumped in to the depths of the River himself. A solitary tear rolled down the cheek of the now severed head of Thomas. Gordon the Big engine is on his usual heroin smuggling route when he notices a pile of blue metal rubble. Gordon heads towards it revealing the face of Thomas. Gordon felt anxiety in his chest and sweat drip from his brow. He bit his lips in nervousness. “Oh you poor thomas darling, im sorry i cant resist” Gordon releases his massive 2 ton train cock. he positions himself over the mouth. He falls into a trance like state and thrusts harder and harder into the mouth. He thrusts so hard he shakes all the heroin smugglers inside. They smash against the walls of the inside of Gordon Their blood and entrails spray out of Gordons tank engine. He climaxes. A train roar could be heard all throughout travel town.