Nipper jumped up onto a local market seller's van and held out his arms. They were unusually long arms for such a squat figure. As the gold fabric unfurled, he turned slowly allowing the sunlight to reflect off him like a giant golden mirror. A blinding beam of light scanned across the crowd, catching attention as it went. Once everyone was squinting in his direction, the great golden sails dropped and the gathered were left looking at the famous blue face, dark rimmed eyes and ruby red lips.

"Herro!"

Using an ancient technique for manufacturing atmosphere and generally dragging out proceedings. He lit a Lucky Strike and puffed on it with industry, until there was a cloud around the curlered head. Now squinting back at the patience-tested crowd, he continued.

"I fuckin' back! Haha, no I joke but yes, I am. I reader again! In great city of Chicago. I spend necessary time in rehabiritation and behaviorar correction program. I have now been decrared fit to continue fine work, previousry interrupted by catastrophic arcohor rerated incident."

A few raised eyebrows and murmured questions moved around the crowd.

"Rast famiry carred Red Army but I no want to rive in past. It so rong ago. New adventure come with new name. New famiry is named Wu-Han Cran!"

A few giggles rippled round those present.

"Of course, I have professionar work on sign to correct bad engrish. I stirr rearning after arr."

He caught sight of one particular person, unable to control their laughter.

"What so funny, fucker face? Maybe we speak in mandarin, see how far you get? Not as crever as you think are you? eh? cock fucking face fucker? I fucking thought not..."

A large flesh coloured hand flicked the burning end of his cigarette at the now sheepish looking onlooker. Dark eyeliner pinched as the blue face of thunder burned holes in his critic. Looking back at the gathering the expression switched instantly into a happy public face once more. A happy public face that beamed brightly in Nipper's mind but externally appeared little more than blank indifference.

"Anyway... As you can expect, this famiry be exceptionar famiry, best possibre with resources avairibre, wonderfur atmosphere, happy friendry prace, incredibre opportunity not to be missed etc etc. If you want a good time for rearry rong time, contact me and I see if you have right stuff for Wu-Han C..L an!"

Clearly delighted with his triumphant pronunciation of the letter L, he flicked Vs at the judgmental little shit in the front row and hopped off the seller's wagon roof, completely disappearing below shoulder height. The only indication of his presence was the previously critical giggler who suddenly started yelping and jerking around as large hands could be seen appearing from below, slapping him repeatedly around the face. 

Hail to the Nip, jiā yóu to round 2, my furious friend. And congratulations on your first L! You'll be using words like 'hillbilly' and 'volleyball' to their full effect in no time, a multilingual (another big L word) threat casting fear into the hearts of the South Side rabble. And, remember, if you ever need an outlet to vent any drunken abuse, that's why we keep Elodin around. God knows he doesn't do anything else useful. 

Goldust hurried to the streets to congratulate Nipper, his long time associate and hetero life mate. There were a number of reasons for him doing so, and if he had to sit down and rank them in order of importance they would look something like this:

1. He was worried that his Street Rep was degrading and that CityHall would start to reward him less than they had in previous epochs. Epoch of course just being a fancy way of saying a previous period of time, and by using the word, Goldust thought it made him look more intelligent and sophisticated than everyone knew him to actually be. 
2. He liked the sound of his own voice. Perhaps it was the unique tmbre or cadence of his spoken word, perhaps it was the erudite and tonal inflection of his prose. It might even have been spending too much time in the presence of Kuku, Grin-07, Zapata and Elodin... no not Elodin, no one was ever influenced by the evil twin of TrashPanda. But whatever the reason, Goldust liked to hear himself speak, which was exceeding lucky given that hardly anyone ever responded to him.
3. He was genuinely very fond of Nipper, and he wanted to see the little guy succeed in life, even if his attempts at succeeding had so far been more akin to sucking seed that succeeding. Still, we are all architects of our own successes and failures, an perhaps this time would be more successful for the westernised oriental gentleman.
4. Nipper had done good and deserved praise, for once. Unlike Sao- who didn't deserve the skin of a fart. Goldust had often spent many an hour wondering how thin the skin of a fart actually was, would it differ in texture and aroma than a regular fart, like just the barest hint of a fart, almost the stale vestiges of a fart than you can just detect as you walk into a room many minutes after a ripe air biscuit being floated, and also why and how you would go about skinning said fart. It was just one of those existential issues sent to plague mankind, but Goldust would no doubt get to the bottom of it.
5. He was pissed at being left with Tree @Fiddy and not taken away to resume his previous role with Nipper.

Of course this all took away from the fact that we really were all assembling... those of us that could be assed, to congratulate Nipper on a momentous achievement, that of being a CL, fucking up, having to step down, repenting, atoning, and being given the position of CL once more. Goldust could probably only count on one hand the number of people in history who had achieved such and achievement... achieviously...

"Nipper, me old China, wondrous news has reached me in the hallowed halls of Fidd, first of the Fiddlers, and leader of same, and it does me heart good to come here and congratulate you on becoming the leader of the 'Egg and Cheese Flan'. Personally, I thought the Red Army was a far better name, but far be it from me to question your decision to name your Crew after a food. I'm sure there have been far stranger names *cough, cough* Fiddlers *cough, cough* sorry, something in my throat there, far stranger names given to crews in the past. As my former mentor and sometimes lover, Battyanus once said, 'Let us look towards a brighter future.  We will see this house elevated… beyond my father, beyond Solonius and beyond the fucking Gods themselves.  We will leave our mark upon this city.  And one day, we will see proper reward for all that we have done.' He also once said 'Do magic coins shoot from your ass?  If not, explain to me why we should let you in.  But if so, squat and produce.' but that is of limited reference to what is happening here today, so we'll not say anything more about that, although id Grin had asked that of VoxNeruda, perhaps life would be better for all of us. 

Well, let us all look to a brighter future, let us see your house elevated, and I hope to see the mark you leave on this city, and all cities when we finally reap the fruits of our labour."

It had been a taxing couple of days old Rob. He had been helping set up his new HQ in South Chicago with his new and quite frankly extremely demanding boss. He had been carrying boxes up and down flights of stairs more times than he'd had hot dinners, and let me tell you he's had a fair fucking few hot dinners in his time. His shirt was now tatty and certainly required replacing. He daren't ask Nipper for any cash incase the shouting in an incoherent language began. It was a funny partnership but never a dull day and all that (lolz). 

Upon completing his tasks he returned to his leader's office. 

Sorry I missed the announcement guv'. As you may/may not have noticed I've been working my backside off as per your request. Anyway enough about me, this is about you. I know we're going to create something superb here. With some elbow grease and the right attitude we can be the next Fidd of South Side. 

Robster gave his boss a friendly pat on his shoulder. This was the first time he'd had physical contact with him other than receiving the lashings of the back of Nipper's hand when cleaning the khazi. He hoped he'd since earned his respect since removing the 'mysterious' blockage for his boss who knew nothing of it's origin...

"Fankyou all for kind words. Kind for you to say. I hope to keep rittle Brazirrian busy and make a fine home for arr who enter. Aready peopre frocking in."

Turning to Hawk he smiled as broadly as he could. The face still looked fairly blank but there was something in the dilation of the eyes that told of genuine affection from the angry little entity.

"Hawk, there arways a prace here for you if you want to be properry appreciated. I take good care of you and that beard."

Congratulations, Nipper!

We haven't spoke a great deal, but when we have you've been nothing but respectful.

I wish you every luck leading your own family. It's good to see some diversity too!

Good to see another good one taking a good step and starting a new ground with the Wu-han Clan, congratulation to this stpe Nipper and I really hope all gonna go well for you.