Dan had just finished his second case of moonshine and had been wandering around his empty headquarters when the mood to impart knowledge to the world struck him. Dan had been out for just over 24 hours and already people were beginning to piss him off. Asides from the obvious verbal and attempted physical assaults on Dan for being in prison and then getting a crew of his own, he was pissed off with the amount of ignorant people within this thing of ours. Seemingly, nobody really knew or understood what the mafia was.

No instead they had come to expect a certain standard when it came to how those in power acted and that there were lines in place that would and could never be crossed. Oh how those ratbag's were wrong though.

As Dan staggered his way out of his headquarters he grabbed a young ruffian by the scruff of his neck and screamed at him.

"YOU FUCKING IGNORANT PRICKS!"

Dan shoved the young thug away and proceeded to point a finger at those surrounding him, twins, there seemed to be a lot of twins in this part of town, or maybe Dan was seeing double again. Who knew? The_XX would know, that shady bastard knew everything. But where was he? Oh that was right.

"You think we should all live by your laws, by the laws and rules set by our predecessors. I piss on them, piss on them all."

At that point, Dan urinated, albeit on himself, in his pants, making a large puddle surround his $150 shoes. Fuck it, he could always buy more shoes and pants, that's if he decided he wanted to wear them, which he didn't. Dan stripped off, revealing his namesake.

"You all think power is something you can compromise with? You think it's fair? Respectful? I piss on your ideals."

Dan pissed again...this time it landed on the small heap of clothes on the floor. He staggered around a little bit and took another swig of whatever it was he had been drinking.

"Power and how it's used, is determined by those who run the cities, who run this thing of ours and while people have come to expect a certain standard, it really is down to each regime on how they dictate that power. Those in power answer to nobody and only the Gods can really intervene should they wish to. Allow me to quote a superior individual, someone who has graced these streets for a long time now and who's bloodline has walked these shores for longer than anyone cares to remember:

Again and I've said this time and time again, it's not about what is fair or respectful, it's about what those in power decide to do.

If someone talks shit at me or wants to act in a disrespectful way towards me then I'll make sure they die by my hand. I don't give a fuck who they are or who they work for. This is how power works unfortunately. Sadly, a lot of people have had their heads buried in the sand and believe this is some kind of game where the same rules should apply to everyone, including those who run the cities.

- DanGleeballs

 I don't know what to say really. That's power, ladies and gents. That's all it is. And either you all accept that this is how things are, how the mafia works, that this life isn't about why the bigger boys aren't being fair or respectful to you, or you'll be forever unhappy. It isn't pretty, it's not romantic but that's how it works guys. Get on board, accept it, embrace it and start working with us and maybe you'll start having a little more fun, maybe.

Yesterday I was killable, today I'm 99% invincible. You thought Disorder was a big bad bastard?"

Dan laughed and took a final swig, draining the remainder of the bottle and threw it on the floor. The glass smashed everywhere and Dan staggered back into his headquarters, turning around just before he disappeared through the door.

"You'll see."