My respect for your care and vigilance, RufusWatchdog. You remind me of a young BulletToothTony. 

Rufus, you need to settle down, son. You just awarded this speech your approval not two hours ago, and now you're flying off the handle? What's gotten into you? 

Let's talk in a gentle way to each other. 

I do not know how this intellectually stimulating conversation about how to move The Streets forward got so sidetracked by two dogs barking at each other like enraged rabies-afflicted chihuahuas, but I want to bring it back to its essence:

A Co-Leadership of The Streets perhaps?

But I fear, Dutchy, that power is best balanced in a triumvirate. 

Suggestions?

At present we have two good men, two experienced men, but are still lacking our third.

We need someone of pristine pedigree. A proven track record. With the gusto to match it.

The mind and body accounted for, but we still need the soul.

BobJimDaveJohnRobTom, you are a fool and an imbecile, shut up for one second so I can talk again. 

Transistor - a suggested member of the trifecta - has shot down an olive branch I extended in the name of peace and progress.

As clear as it is that he is not interested in a Street renaissance, the forces of progress clash with those of reaction. In our situation, my progress as a Leader of the Streets, as the greatest driver of discourse in years, possibly ever, clash violently with the community's reaction to Transistor's Street speeches, which is to completely ignore them. 

Even the egregious sycophant Warmonger has failed to offer support for his floundering leader recently, perhaps in retribution for Transistor's murder of his father. 

Some believe that Jesus performed miracles; sight to the blind, water to wine, dropsy, etc. It is time to showcase a feat of the extraordinary power of the Streets. Before the week is up, against all forces of nature, interest and taste, we will find a way to convince one single person to listen to a Transistor speech, and we'll pay them enough money to tell a noble lie like, 'Well said'. 

Mr-Kuku I'm sick and tired of you and your ilk shutting down any kind of serious discussion on The Streets only to spout your inane nonsense. You wish for a Street Renaissance, yet you refuse to engage in dialectic and only continue to self-aggrandise like you always do.

Me, me me.

I've fucking had it with you people. If this is what The Streets have become then I will have no part in it anymore.

BobJimDaveJohnRobTom reaches into his coat and produces a gun. He then sticks it in his mouth and pulls the trigger, splattering his brains all across the sidewalk.

I have 5 million dollars set aside for the offspring of BobJim, a man of great spirit. He reminded me of a young BulletToothTony.