Damp and cold, the streets were bustling with activity. Water puddles left over from rain of a torrential configuration reflected the moon's greeting. Vandlgat, swaying back and forth with bottle in hand, gestures to speak;

"Who said mobsters dont prosper?

I sit on gold, when I came from copper.

Imposters,

its difficult to think right.

See the light,

muzzle flash before they blink twice.

Days are nice,

nights can be cold.

Twelve hour flights,

and the units I've sold.

May no man ,woman, child, nor animal,

walk a lifetime in this thing of ours

and not expect to be tested."

Taking in more of the seven times distilled vodka, Vandlgat goes on to kill another of Tyler Durden's lieutenants by putting a bomb under his gas pedal............