In wake of the fall of Detroit, old Chuckle was making his rounds on the Streets. It was upon this journey that he came across "The Tabloid News". He'd heard about this seedy little production, struggling beneath the mighty boot of his own goliath newspaper The Chuckle Knuckle, trying to eke out an existence.

A puny number had gathered to read the latest interview and besides the obscene, yellow dwarf that was Mr Pickles, stood several individuals. One in particular was JKL, engaged in a pretty heated back and forth with DickTrick. The conversation was pretty animated, so myself and the others stood back and let the two of them go at it, lest we become embroiled in it ourselves.

There had been much talk about the actions of DickTrick and his supposed associates, The Plumbers. They claimed responsibility for many things throughout our world and debate had raged regarding them in the subsequent days since they announced their arrival. Eventually, time caught up to DickTrick and someone put a bullet in him. This was the inevitable consequence of claiming responsibility for the actions that had disrupted business across the Cities.

However, just as the crowd was about to disperse, something incredible happened.

...all of a sudden.

WHAM.

DickTrick's lifeless corpse rose up from the ground and began to change. It seemed to take an alternative identity, one from long before DickTrick had even been born. Somehow... somehow DickTrick's corpse managed to transform and began to merge! It changed and it twisted, it grew out and aged, it began to take on a familiar form...the form of...of Bonzo! It had become Bonzo! A Capo from Las Vegas!

The crowd looked on terrified and mesmerised both.

Bonzo spoke and when he spoke, it was with DickTrick's voice. He even referred to himself as DickTrick. The crowd was stunned, but the voice croaked on regardless.

"JKL you say "Since you made your existence aware to us, you have not backed up all your claims and rantings with one shred of proof as to your capabilities" Cried Bonzo "Back this up with direct quotes from me, then I'll take you seriously - you have a bee in your bonnet and a vivid imagination. The result is you consistently making a fool out of yourself on these threads. Be concise and accurate in what you say."

I looked at the others around me. Cadoras's jaw hit the floor. AlabamaWorley looked nonplussed. It was almost as if DickTrick and Bonzo had been one and the same?! How could that be possible? Nobody knew what to say, we were witnessing something terrible and unjust. Two of the same man! The Gods would surely be appalled at such a crime against humanity! Could this be the shameful work of the underhanded? Was this the horrible crime of...duplicity?

With a nervous swallow, I ventured forth to talk with the demon of many faces and I asked "What's that Bonzo? Why Would JKL need to use direct quotes from you?" I closed my eyes, hoping not to be struck down by the monster.

But Bonzo just stood there. Clearly life as a doppelganger had taken it out of him. He didn't respond and Cadoras sensed the evil duplicitous presence as well. He took the initiative.

"Think you may have dropped the ball there Bonzo" He managed to say, before returning to a safe distance beside Chuckle.

This seemed to spark Bonzo into life and he turned one of his many faces upon the crowd, he hesitantly retreated before him. He hissed that "I meant DickTrick, not JKL - I was quoting JKL as saying what needed to be said. Sorry, my bad" and turned to face Cadoras and Chuckle directly now. He turned his hollow skull upon them and smiled. A terrible smile. The smile of a cheat and a trickster. An abuser and a wraith.

And yet, Cadoras and Chuckle would not be fooled by the beast, despite his tricks. They saw him for what he was - a sinner against the Gods and an evil abomination, outlawed in this world. So they pursued him, questioning his logic and demanding answers. They fought for the knowledge that would afford them understanding of the situation...but they would not receive it.

Bonzo remained still and silent, staring at them contemptuously.

Unfortunately, EvilClown was suckered in by the evil tricks of Bonzo, falling for his misdirection and subsequently sponsored him. He had been fooled and his kindness was rewarded with one of his Made Men having their throat ripped out before he even could react. Cadoras and Chuckle cowered before the might of the demon, hoping and praying for all that was holy that the demon would not harm them next....

...And their faith was rewarded. They rejoiced, as the demon was slain, hacked down and unceremoniously butchered seconds after striking down his final victim.

But all was not done.

Before their eyes, upon the corpse before, words appeared and more began to be scrawled. Demonic scripture materialised across the body, marking it with slurs and curses, foul and vile, venomous, terrible anger. But amongst the fury of the fiend, a story developed. It began to reveal a timeline of events.

I won't utter the hideous tongue in front of you fine people, but roughly translated it read:

Taking Pizza off the menu.

Viva The Plumbers

Fariz - dead - killed by the plumbers

Frank_Cavalieri - dead - killed by the plumbers

Sylar - shot and wounded

Detroit - levelled - thanks to the Plumbers

Prem - even more hated - thanks to the Plumbers.

EvilClown - knew I was Kuklinski all along :-)

Goodbye ;-)

Worrying times for all of us.

I hope, as I'm sure all of you do, that this evil does not plague us again. However, it raises some disturbing questions that require answers. If Bonzo and DickTrick employed the hideous tactics of false-facing, known to us God-fearing folk as "Duping", what then do we make of the hitlist upon Roman? Chicago and their allies raised $200,000,000 to remove something which was supposedly the work of a devil! Is that right?! Should the pious be punished?

What of those who fell to Bonzo's gun? Fariz killed by a demon. Frank_Cavalieri shot by the beast. Sylar, poor Sylar, possibly destined to join them in the pit alongside the wicked DickTrick? Is this what happens to true believers?

I say no!

What should be done about this miscreant and his unholy actions?

What would be just retribution against this malevolent force, who breaks the laws of our world?

What of those who suffered at his faithless and disgraceful hands?

~C~

Bonzo was my father.  He was no dupe.  The Gods knew of the existence of other members who looked to Bonzo for help and guidance.  Bonzo was incognito - many references are made to this.  He helped guide and shape many speeches, yes.  But a dupe?  No, never.  He was no demon.  Bonzo is well aware of the way things are.

And the Gods will confirm this.

Slander, vile slander.

Cadoras bursts through the door dressed all in red robes

NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise!... Surprise and fear... fear and surprise... Our two weapons are fear and surprise... and ruthless efficiency! Our three weapons are fear, and surprise, and ruthless efficiency... and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope... Our four... no... Amongst our weapons... Hmf... Amongst our weaponry... are such elements as fear, surpr... I'll come in again.

Cadoras walks back out and enters the room more calmly

Fear not humble citizens of this thing of ours. For T.S.I Bronx division are here to save you, we are specially trained for dealing with this kind of demonic shenanigans. I cant say what we are doing about it for like i said our chief weapons are fear and SURPRISE!. But know this, we will not rest until other demonic possessions like the one we witnessed today are exercised and cast back into the fiery depths.

Cadoras adjusts his red robe and runs out the door

I'll challenge the Gods to strike down DickTrick's son, if he is a dupe.  I believe he is called Trickster!

Stallion runs in, cross in one hand, bottle of holy water in the other. He looks behind him to make sure Axe and Achilles were still with him. Walking up to Chuckle and Cadoras he says

"The Thoroughbreds have today made a second life goal followed by the first which is to serve Lord Prem. All members of the Thoroughbreds will begin to hunt all demons we find, we shall make them pay for their heathen crimes. They will go back from whence they came from or suffer the wrath of humanity."

Turning to more people who are arriving Stallion continues his rant

"I propose in light of what Chuckle has reveal to us today we form an alliance. We must as humans being stand together in the face of evil. We must face it standing tall and pistols held high. I condemn all these demonic creatures. We must begin the search for them."

Stallion turns to Axe and sprinkles holy water on his face. Axe flinches back groaning. Stallion can't believe it, he pulls out his silver blade from inside his jacket pocket and approaches Axe. Axe looks at him shocked.

"Wow wow man easy you just got some in my eyes that's all"

Stallion froans, he will keep an eye on that one. He turns his blade on his hand and cuts it slowly

"I make a pledge and blood pledge to hunt and destroy all demons on this earth. For humanity and God!!!!!!"

Pickles chuckles at Chuckle's delusional opinions of the Chuckle Knuckle . . .

Brothers and sisters . . . If you're going to hunt demons, it would be a good idea to get blessed in a church.  I'd recommend The Church Of Pickles.  Just a suggestion.

Mr. Pickles leaves, wondering how many other demons in disguise have read his paper.

Holy shit.

Chuckle is Kuklinski?

Not cool, Aldo.

Chuckle and that other person whom shall not be named, should never be uttered in the same sentence such is the difference in their intelligence and ability.

Shame, Shame on you!

Quoth the Raven, 'EvilClown - knew I was Kuklinski all along :-)'.

I can always count on you to know just the right bedtime stories, Chuckle. Wait, this was real? Not a story in order to lull me to sleep? Demons? Really? Well then. I've seen it all.

BigEasy lays down for a nap.

Axe tries to keep his composure hiding behind Stallion next to Achilles, but he fears this may be too much for his feeble heart.

I still cannot believe that such demon would expose himself like this. Even if he's not truly possessed by spirits, still, he exposed something that the world wasn't meant to see. Which should speak of the quality of what we are dealing with here...