After terrorising a group of schoolchildren and confusing well-meaning tour guide, Gary makes his final stand at Glrenrowan.

Such is life for the dogs, but for the man in the singlet, the fire is finally home.

The revolution gets physical, or as physical as Gary’s lower back allows. He begins prepping the Corolla and has his first, but not last run-in with the modern traps.

He begins to battle the internet "dogs" mocking his new ink, but Gary ignores the trolls. He aligns his stinging, tattooed arm with a helmet traced in permanent marker on his mirror, finally feeling like a legend.

Gary is a man out of time, living in a rental where the only thing thinner than his patience is the carpet.

Surrounded by "Final Notice" letters and the smell of damp dog, he finds his tribe in the Greta Republic forums. Here, Gary’s mundane frustrations are recast as a grand state conspiracy.

He decides Ned Kelly wasn't just a bushranger, but a man who finally saw the "gaps" in a rigged system. Staring into a cracked bathroom mirror, Gary stops listening to the world and starts hearing the iron.