Click. Click. Click. 

The whole scene had been caught on pictures. A man called Tyler Durden had stormed into town, hoping he would take it's control. All the other mobsters where ready though, guns in hand and firing without any trace of culpability. When all Tyler's goons had been killed, he was the only left, as he took shots, trying to defend himself. But he couldn't run forever. He had been brutally shot between the two eyes. And the mysterious man had caught it all in pictures.

"That's perfect for the news station, they'll love it hehehe..." he muttered under his breath as he looked at the pictures. They where amazing! That was one thing he was over with, now the important part, he had to find his cat. Pussy Galore. Ever since the scum named Meme Lord had shot his father in head, Richard Shots Jr. had never heard or seen his cat. He put on his jacket, adjusted his hat and walked away, ready to investigate.

''Was there really a mobster named Meme Lord on the streets.'' Rev thought.He wanted to hear his/her side of this story.

''How can a mobster chooses that name ?'' he thought and ''HAAHAAAAA, i get it now. He or she loves boobs.Meme means boob in Turkish so maybe that mobster is Lord of the Boobs.''  he fell down to the ground because the chair which he was sitting on couldn't resist that joke.

Ravi smiled softly at @Revision, and nodded. Indeed a mobster named Meme Lord had already populated these shores.

Richard first decided to visit his old buisness, where he would be a private detective along with his good car friend, Pussy. As he got there, he noticed the building had enormously changed. It wasn't a simple detective/photographer place anymore, it had become a hookers bar. He still decided to step inside, hoping maybe his cat had the instinct of going back to his home. The first thing he noticed inside, was the raw, sexy and funky sound of the saxophone. He looked at the stage and noticed a man among the hookers on stage, almost making love with his golden instrument.

"Where the fuck am I?" he thought to himself.

He looked around some more, but he only managed to find a bar full of drunken hoboes and and stage full of near-naked whores. He shook his head in disbelief, unable to figure out how his agency had become such a dirty and vile place. He didn't want any sax humping men, neither did he want men humping ladies. He tried his luck on the second floor, without any success. He would go from room to room, walking in on passionate, hot and tangled love sessions. But the weirdest was this young adult, making love as usual, only he was holding on to an axe the whole time.

He kept on scavenging the whole place for Pussy, but his cat wasn't there.

"Odd... when there's plenty of pussy around, I can't seem to find him..." he thought to himself. He had to go look somewhere else.

''How old is this pussy and how much time it passed since you saw it ? '' Rev wondered.''In this story there are too many holes pal, i could not find a way to fill them and even that sax's hole .... What kind of an agency you had until it turns out to be brothel/strip club. '' Rev asked.

After a brief giggle he had he continued.''I'm sorry about cutting you of about that story but i am a detailed man and i need to know maaan!.So is that little cat's name is Pussy or you are trying to make me laugh about that word games ha ? '' he asked.''And that ladies man,how were they ?'' Rev raised his left eyebrow as he asked that.

Richard threw an uncertain look at Revenger, somewhat glad someone had finally asked him who Pussy was.

"Pussy's my cat. His full name is Pussy Galore. My father was killed a couple of months ago, and he owned a detective agency right here. Can't seem to find his grave, and the cat has just disappeared..." he said, looking down with sadness. 

Before investigating this brothel, he had hope. Now, he had no idea where to go, or what to do. He smiled and nodded at Rev and made his way to the airport going to back New York. He had heard that the Righ Hand woman Nikki_Swango owned a joint down there. A joint where everyone seemed to learn all the secrets they needed to. 

"Pussy! Pussy pussy pussy! Come over here!" he said, tapping his big sweaty hands down on his laps. The stripper gave him with a naughty look and rubbed her....

He jolted up, waking up for his dream. He heard footsteps coming to the room, presumably to check if the fat man was okay. He grabbed his cat, Pussy Galore, who he had finally found thanks to the amazing Nikki, and placed right on his sensitive place, to hide the excitement the dream gave him.