Two months later, Marty had significantly improved. After finding out that the Elan of the early '70s was a place where you could pretty much beat the crap out of people and get away with it, Marty began rising up the ranks, eventually earning the position of Expeditor Trainee. Although he was soon shotdown for coming back to the house with buffalo turds smeared on his body, he quickly recovered and was soon made an expeditor again.
One day, Joe told Marty to go spank a female resident who was complaining about menstrual cramps. Instead, Marty grabbed the girl, tied her to a chair, pulled down her pants, pulled her tampon from her bleeding crotch, ate the tampon (a Mongoloid Indian tradition), then grabbed some other tampons dipped in ketchup and tamped them to her head.
As the dining room sat dumbfounded, Marty started dancing and chanting the ancient Indian scalping ritual... "Hi-yuh, hi-yuh, hi-yuh... ooga ooga... moo-ga-wanaki...hi-yuh hi-yuh hi-yuh..." As the half-naked girl screamed, Marty wielded a tomahawk that apparently escaped a guilt run and said, "You now my squaw... me suh strength and you been booked. As an LE, me suh scalp you..." Just then, a young Jeff Gottlieb ran in and wrestled Marty to the floor, screaming, "Put this crazy injun in the corner... general fucking meeting!!!"
Around this time, Joe decided that Marty was too much for Elan and told Marty he was going to let the judge send him to federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison. Marty cried and begged and eventually agreed to change his dirty Injun ways... Within six months, Marty was a coordinator, but had he really changed?
Next: Marty is COD -- a fun day at Camp Kruglik