"So the incidents last night has stirred quite the ruckus, but of course as do most. When take downs happen, when lives are lost, there are always many angles of point of view and many opinions. Therefore, sparks large debate, in turn bringing presence to the streets! Something in which I have been attempting to achieve as of late. My question to you is this? Are you all that sick and twisted that only death and blood shed brings you out into the quiet streets?"

Crowd goes quiet in shock

"Really what is wrong with you people? Does that mean I'd have to go out, slaughter six live cattle, decapitate four roosters, and rape two goat in the same stable to get a reaction?"

Giggles begin to float through the crowd

"I know it's hard to speak your mind, after all your're all blood hungry zombies from another world. Still though, must it take lives and mayhem to get things thriving? Ok fine then, I have an Idea."

People stand interested awaiting the big Dicks next comment

Dick then pauses, steps into the alley where a large shipping truck was parked. He lifted the back door, stepped inside, and then emerged from the darkness holding a leash.

"This is what you all have driven me too! You see this!? THIS IS YOUR DOING!"

With a slight tug on the leash out came a goat chewing on a piece of straw. You admire how cute the goat is until, "BANG", with the pull of the trigger, Dick put a round right between the goats eyes.

"I tell you what, if no one can come up with a good explanation at to why I cannot seem to be successful in bringing people to the streets to be vocal, then I will off another goat! pauses And maybe a pig or two. I love those fat little fuckers."

In disbelief and frightened for the goats life, the crowd becomes unsettled

"So what will it be people? A solution to me achieving my goal, or does the goat and the pig become brunch for some poor family in Delaware City?"

"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Id love some bacon......"

"Oh Bacon it is for you eh? Ok wise ass here's some bacon for you."

Dick jumps into the truck, slowly emerges again holding an oinker

"Your wish is my command!"

Dick grabs the pig by both pair of legs, swings the pig back and forth gaining an upward momentum. With a final swing he launches the pig into the air, grabs a shotgun laying at his feet and sends two pumps into the air ripping through the animal sending remains through the crowd. Just enough junk to fill his trunk

"Wrong answer!"

Well its about damn time Richard! With all this ruckus going on I have missed the true street talk. Which I find is usually me and you talking to each other alone on the corner. I'm quite content with that but I know you want an orgy, you always have and always will want one.

I don't like to see you flopping about like this Dick! Would you people just give this man what he wants and become more streetwise!

We have tried everything, gave you the option of not lifting a finger to be street active and yet still you don't want to do anything, and I'm talking about everyone from crewleaders to thugs! Thats what he wants thats what I want his christmas present to be, saves me buying one!

Moydadir grins as the pig remains fall into the crowd, he yells sarcastically, "YES! BACON!"

SINGERROURKE thinks about the spirit of Christmas. SINGERROURKE smiles.

I shall come to the streets and tell a Christmas story. I will partake in this giving of Richard a christmas gift.

Dick, my man, you're a hard man to work with. I find it surprising that nobody seems to want to talk to you, I thought that every woman on these streets would be trying to pin you down, even if it involved sitting on you to keep you tied down. Not that'd you'd be complaining about that eh?

It's a tough one really, I mean often it does involve something happening in our world to spark off a hive of activity. But we shouldn't be complaining when it's at it's peak like it is now, only when it goes quiet as not much occurs around us. That's what we have you for, a persistent and penetrative force to bring life to the womb that is our streets.

Wiping pig remains off his new suit, anoxia lights up a cigar and walks over to dick.

"Don't suppose you have a turkey in there? need to get one before thanksgiving" anoxia chuckles, hoping RichardWad doesnt take him seriously and slaughters another animal

"I believe people arent coming to the streets by pure lazyness, unfortunatly it is the same people who come down here to speak, and hopefuly you have inspired more people to the streets, but alot aren't even listerning to what you have to say. I am still new to these streets and getting to know my way around. But hopefuly you will see me getting a crowd like you one day, except i will not cover them in pig remains"

Are you all that sick and twisted that only death and blood shed brings you out into the quiet streets?

No... but it definitely helps.