Alex is off to the subway to get another arm for momma. She's got 9997 already, just three short of the number she needs to inspire awe and be painted. She doesn't have complete control over all of them, but that's all right as long as she can arrange most of them into a pretty fan around her.

On the way down to the station Alex runs into the King of the Road, who's busy pushing people into traffic. ``Just doing my job,'' says the King, shoving another hapless child into the path of a speeding Toyota MR-2. ``Tch, a 1987 model. How sad,'' thinks Alex as he continues on towards the Christopher Street station.

Once down there, he grabs the nearest pretty young girl---a petite red-haired girl, as it turns out---holds her down and chops off her left arm with a chainsaw. She initially screams, then faints from the shock. As she lies bleeding to death, a man waiting for the 4 train uptown wonders idly why no one's helping her. Everyone answers, ``It's for Alex's mother.'' The man nods his head comprehendingly.

Alex runs back up to his mother's apartment and presents the arm to her. ``Here, momma, I got you another one.'' She takes it and says, ``Thank you, Alex, but I've got 5000 left arms already; I need right ones now. I'm afraid I'll have to take away your sense of smell.''