Dan staggered out of the gates, still feeling the effects of the last of the hooch the inmates had made for Dans D-Day. Unsurprisingly, Larry had caught wind of this while on the outside and thought it meant Dan was due to get a lot of Dick Day. Larry had sent word that a few of his chums on the inside would make sure Dan was ok but the only friends of Larry’s Dan happened to bump into came armed with lubricant and a slightly soggy cucumber. Dan had cursed under his breath and promised he’d shit on Larry’s door step for being such a cunt once he was out.

So, as Dan had staggered out he was pleasantly surprised to see that nobody, not one of the cunts that had sent him hate mail, or envelopes containing shit and other bodily fluids, were outside waiting for him.

“We’re going to kill you Dan.” Most had read. “I’m going to fuck yer nan” Read one. The most horrendous of all though was one that had been written in what Dan could only assume was faeces… “I’m coming for you and I’m going to shoot you in the dick”.

Dan shuddered at the thought of it and then looked around, on the opposite side of the road there were a few cars, some people were standing outside of them looking over at Dan. Was this it? Dan wondered to himself. Was this the moment he got shot in the dick?

Suddenly a hand shot up and waved. Squinting his eyes slightly Dan realised this was in fact LawnMower and as Dan looked at the others, he noticed some of the other guys from the Chicago mob.

“Well roll out the red carpet you fucking pansies, I’m out!”

Dan made his way over to the group and once he got closer, he saw that there were a pile of bodies hidden at the side of the road by the cars that had parked in front of them. After a brief look in their direction, Dan guessed this was another welcome back party that never quite made it.

“We found a picture of your dick on the one guy, no idea how he managed to get it but it definitely looked like your dangly balls. There were lots of piercings on the paper too, we figured he’d been using it as a dart board.” bobbi said.

Dan shrugged and hopped in the car, taking his seat Dan noticed the others were here too, some of the big shots from Chicago, including the head Godfather, MonsterHair. Orange handed Dan a list of names and passed him his old gun.

“These cunts will wish they killed me when they had the chance.” Dan said aloud with a huge grin on his face. The_XX passed him a bottle of something with alcohol in and watched as Dan drained half the bottle.

"Before you go and cause mass destruction, Monster, Orange and I have sorted you some new digs over in North Side with me. Go and check it out before you finish the rest of that bottle and can’t get your key in the door."

Dan nodded and made his way over to the new spot. It looked a little bare but we'd get there Dan thought to himself.

First port of call, install a crew bar.

And yet people still keep coming back and having a moan about it. Beautiful, isn't it?

If that response doesn't sum up what this current regime really thinks and is all about then I don't know what will.

Glad we can always rely on Fitz to tell it like it is in amongst all the other bullshit propaganda we are subjected to.

Errrrr I mean... Congrats on the auth!

Always good to see such a great person whom is an amazing role model get rewarded after his stay at the mayor's pleasure really sets the tone! 

Congrats well you know how to get authed harrass  girls constantly and then kill them and look be to be a trusted crew leader! 

thats the game one rule for one and another for the people who invest 

Snowball sat in the distance while DanTheMan was released from prison and greeted by no less than two persons, one whom was in a wheelchair for some reason. Before he could congratulate Dan, he had already driven away next to a pile of rotting corpses with weird notes all over them, some even covered with feces.

Oh well he thought.

As he started to roll away as usual, he suddenly noticed what sounded like a madman speaking of gods and.. jails? This madman claimed that Dan was jailed purely out of protection. Snowball didn't know what this weird crossover between man and two animals at once tried to say, but it was completely laughable and if it wasn't for the cold breeze, he would have melted in an instant.

Snowball had heard some rumors behind the jailing of Dan, but this one had to be a first. 

He went over to this weird crossover abomination who stood next to a guy who appeard to be deaf, he kept saying WHAT when he found a moment of silence before starting to speak. Snowball raised his voice and said.

"Look here you two, I haven't really seen you around here before. But to me it sounds like you are talking out of your ass. Claiming that investing, whatever you mean by that, has anything to do with him being jailed for protection is completely horrendous, and an even bigger insult to our god himself. Whether or not Dan deserved his punishment isn't important, but what is imporant is the way you two handle your parrents demise. Don't blame it on god himself, but those who took the shot, and then yourself for being able to achieve close to nothing."

Snowball knew his own judgement day would come one day, but until then he would keep rolling as he always did. One circumference at a time.

Im quite glad to have you set up here Dan, even if no one else is! A pleasure to have the company, its been a lonely week on the North Side. Congratulations on proving the criminal justice system really doesn't rehabilitate inmates! :)

Haters gon hate.

Anyone who didn't expect the former right hand to the two most notorious men on these shores to get his own family, well, might want to take their heads out of the sand.

Bitching, whining, disrespecting him out in these streets will accomplish nothing but make yourselves look like fools, and, in some instances, get you shot.

Dan, our lines have never had contact, save for a few passing words in the streets, but congratulations, and a raised bottle to your success.

Disorder rolled out of the crew bar. A little warmer for the refreshment and well happy to see his old friend finally released from jail. He embraced Dan warmly.

"That was a long stretch, you've done well to come out of that with your sanity... Ha! Who am I kidding."

Taking a large canvas bag from one of his guards, he handed it to DanGleeballs. Dan opened it to see it stuffed with cash. Disorder smiled at him.

"A little getting out money. Good to see you up and running. North Side will do well with you to liven it up a bit."

He turned to Indubitably and shook his hand.

"Every time I see you you're making good points. Well done man. Good to see."

A bit dumbfounded by the attention shown from his Godfather Chairman, Indubitably returns the firm handshake.

I appreciate the nod Godfather. Really it's just common sense. Anyone with a pair of eyes and ears would have known the work this man has put in earned him a spiffy bold suit. It is also simple to see that those disrespecting this fellow quickly end up swimming with weights.

It's perfectly okay to disagree with the happenings that go on in our daily grind, but there is the adult way to approach it, and then there is what we've seen today, grudge holding youngsters spouting nonsense, and eventually killing themselves or being shot.

Indubitably shrugs.

To each their own. Good day gentlemen, if you'll excuse me, I hear a bottle of rum calling my name, and perhaps the sound of a working girl needing my assistance.

Leaning back against the car as they waited for Dan to appear out of the front gate of where he'd been detained for so long, LawnMower couldn't help but notice Orange as he kept glancing at the picture of Dan's manhood. It brought back worrying memories of his time as Orange's right hand and some of the unsavoury things he'd seen in the HQ.

Hearing the gate slam shut and seeing Dan looking slightly the worse for wear walking towards him and the other Chicago mobsters, it was either the hooch or a cucumber allergy, he raised his hand and cast a smile towards Dan

"Great to see you my friend, hope they treated you well in there, Larry mentioned to me he'd sorted a few home comforts out for you"

A few further pleasantries and hugs were exchanged amongst the group before Orange took another glance at Dans dick pick, carefully slipped it in to his jacket pocket and they all drove off to the bar to celebrate. This celebration was likely to be a big one.

Careful preparations had been made before driving out to the pen where DanGleeballs had been held up. They all knew there was a bull’s eye on Dan’s back; they just needed to make sure no one was stupid enough or around to be able to get a try hitting it. Arriving at the scene they had found a few that needed some care. It wasn’t much of a fight as they got taken care of rather quickly.

When the gates opened they could all see the now much older looking Dan appear. If this was because of the toll the incarceration had taken on him or just the ageing in itself bobbi wasn’t sure. As they jumped into the car Dan got handed the keys for his new digs in North Side. This was going to be quite the party bobbi thought. She wouldn’t miss it for sure.

“Let me know when the bar is finished. My throat’s drying up. Good luck with everything!” bobbi said before jumping into the second car. If Dan was going to down an entire bottle of some strong clear fluid she wasn’t going to be trapped in the same car as that crazy.