After MollyMalone's speech, many drinks had been sunk between the gathering people of Detroit and her six allied Cities. Bob stumbled across the large room to one of his most trusted family members, Willie_Brennan. He threw his arm around him, slouching against him to aid him in standing upright.

"C'mon Willie... It's time now." Bob slurred his words and headed towards the centre of the huge crowd of people, slamming his glass on some nearby woodwork as loud as his drunken wobbling body could handle. The room fell quiet.

"Hello, you beautiful people..." Bob smiles, an elated yet drunken chuckle escapes him before continuing,

"God, I loves you people..." He continues.

"So as I'm sure mosht of you are already aware, I am regretfully forced to lose shome of my crew now I am stepping into the big Godfather HQ, but I have no fear they will be in very good handsh."

Bob waves his arm, beckoning Willie to join him for the announcement,

"C'mere, you ol' bastard... C'mon..." Bob wobbles, swaying side-to-side as he fights the alcohol in his system. Willie creaks as he drags his old bones across the room to join him.

"Our very old but amazing Willie here will be taking on some of my assocshia.. assosch... people." He shakes his head before continuing, "Going with him to erect the new expanshion of Bricktown will be the juan-and-only Juan_Cabrillo! It will be a huge loss for Happy Little Treesh to see these two leave but I know under their supervision, the rest of our family will be in the besterest of hands."

Bob raises his drink in the air, proposing a toast with his announcement,

"Pleashe all congratulate Willie on the founding of his own family, High Country Lodge!"

Bob hiccups and chucks the last of his drink down his throat.

"Drinks all round!"

Willie struggled to gain his feet and composure...

You know what I need? A walker! And I think thats become more of a rule than an exception around here, if Im honest.

And thats one of the reasons Im pleased Godfather Bob has bestowed this honour upon me... Im going to use this opportunity to create an Assisted Living Home for aging mobsters such as myself!

Sometimes you get to a certain age and some of lifes more tedious tasks become... well, more tedious! And sometimes even though our minds are still sharp as tacks, our bodies start to fail us.

This is why I have created High Country Lodge!

A home for Geriatric and Convalescent mafioso, where after a hard day of selling drugs and pimping hoes, we can relax and have nurses prepare some nice soup and maybe give us a sponge bath.

Again, thank you for this honor Godfather Bob, I will do my best to make you proud.

Come Juan! We've much to do!