Resplendent in his finest Golden Robe, tastefully edged with white feathers and sequins, with a freshly washed and styled Platinum blonde wig, the legend that is Goldust makes his way into the streets surrounded by legions of buff and handsome bodyguards, even the female guards are buff and handsome. Taking his time he down the middle of the road blowing kisses to the assembled masses... the millions... and millions of the... ooops wrong Wrestler... Reaching some undetermined spot, he stops and raises his arms above his head, slowly turning so that everyone can get a good look at their Golden God, before slowly lowering his arms again and sensuously rubbing his hands over his torso... it is simultaneously erotic and nauseating. Las Vegas doesn't know what it has let itself in for.

"Thank you... oh man, this may be the one time in my life I'm speechless. Thank you all for coming here today, to witness my ascension as I humbly accept this incredible honour bestowed upon me by Mr Clarkson. I don't think any one has ever thanked Jeremy before, but he has never smacked me in the face over a late buffet lunch, so I have nothing but gratitude for him. There are also a few other people I need to thank. Farage, for the 5 minutes he was my Crewleader, before kicking me out of Detroit and sending me to live with the 'other Hobos and assholes'. Thank you to Grin-07 who kicked me out of The Grin Gang, to go and live with that other freak with the Golden suit. Thank you to Nipper, that other freak in the Golden Suit, who actually blew up his own HQ in order to kick me out, and who sent me back to Grin, who then kicked me out again and sent me to live with the rest of the fiddlers. And finally to Fidd, the king Fiddler, who was so disgusted by my habits that he kicked me right out of the East Coast all the way to Las Vegas, to live with the other 'Freaks, catamites and sodomites' although that makes me wonder which of those three Jeremy is. Thank you all for putting me in this incredibly category with these four amazing men.

I shall of course miss the many friends I have made during my stay in Chicago, Sao-, Zapata, Elodin and even VoxNeruda, one of the few men in this world even more bizarre than me. But most of all, I want to thank my father, up there, the man who when I said I wanted to be an actor, he said, 'Wonderful, just have a back-up profession - like welding. Thank you, God bless you all, and if you are ever in Vegas, look me up."

Goldust, almost in tears waves to the assembled masses, and readies himself for life as the newest Leader in Vegas, and the Leading Actor of 'Shattered Dreams' 

Like you said... Once you have your pants pulled down, everyone can see the disappointing truth.

Loads of glitter but will you have what it takes in the long run.

Time will tell.

Standing there astonished by what he had just heard Jezza looked over at Goldust "Did you just say thank you, what does that even mean?"

Perplexed by these usually unspoken words Jezza listened intently to Goldusts life story a true story of non acceptance, a heartbreaking story of neglect and hardship, a story of a man, thing or whatever he was desperately trying to find somewhere to call home, "some say he has the head of an elephant and the trunk of a mouse, and that he once owned a pair of soiled underpants he had aquired from Nipper, all we know is he is called Goldust"

'Freaks, catamites and sodomites' although that makes me wonder which of those three Jeremy is

"Catamites, Sodomites what part of the vehicle do they go on? is that a new kind of muffler?" Jezza replied

Looking down at his watch Jezza waits patiently for Goldust to finish thanking the world, the milkman, the paperboy, the oldman with the dog, the kind lady down the road.....

Finally he had finished thank the lord "No no no not you I'm sure you have already thanked him, you have everyone else" stopping Goldust from going on another epically long thanking session Jezza managed to get a few words in..

"Welcome to Las vegas my friend I wish you all the best, anything you need just give me a shout, you will however be required to take that blithering idiot Caveman with you, I can't seem to do anything with him maybe them catamites and sodomites could help you in this regard"

Chuckling to himself Jezza headed towards the coffee shop for some much needed caffeine.

Hawk, I didn't think I needed to mention you, given our special relationship, I really only mentioned the people who gave me grief and kept me motivated and generally treated me like shite. But there you go. You will always be welcome in Vegas Hawk, any time you want to visit my boudoir... 

"Weird scenes inside the Goldust" 

Congratulations Goldust, you'll fit in well with the glitz and glamour of Sin City. In fact, I couldn't imagine a place more suitable to your strange erotic interests, besides maybe a farm, but I'm sure you buffaloed your way through most of them on your journey from Chicago to Vegas. You have been a wonderful servant to Chicago and I'm confident you will be equally as great a patron of the banana shows in the desert. Best of luck to you. When you inevitably find yourself in lockup for public indecency, you know who to call. I'll be there on the first flight with available first-class seating. 

Roberto made his way over towards the dwelling crowd. As usual he was late to the party due to his impeccable dedication to his HQ housekeeping.  

Goldust, we did not know each other long when you were in Chicago but from the interaction we did have, it was an enjoyable time let me bloody tell you.

I know you have a large street presence in any case but now you have made no doubt that the people will remember the name of...

Roberto commences to inhale with a long and exaggerate breath through his mouth

GOLDUST

VoxNeruda emerges from the gutter. He knows not to bother to extend his hand for a congradulatory hand-shake, as nobody ever wants to shake his hand.

Mr. Goldust, wishing you the best of luck in Las Vegas.  Much like your father, may he rest in peace, you are definitely living the "American Dream".  He and your mother Sapphire are smiling down upon you from the heavens above, his black/yellow polka dot shorts bulging with excitement for you and your newfound opportunity.  May your rhoades ahead lead to good fortune and prosperity.

"Hope all goes well for you Goldust, I really hope so and arent lying, good people is needed to be leaders and Im sure your gonna do a good job, well done"

Archy was walking down the streets of Las Vegas, kicking stones and talking to himself after a rough day at the dice tables when he noticed a gathering of mobsters around a very bizarre dressed man, but the suit wasn't the only odd thing about the man, he was all colored in gold. Archy rubbed his eyes in amazement thinking that his big loss had affected his mind and was imagining things now but he wasn't, the man was really all covered in gold paint. He listened carefully as the man made his speech, after a while Archy's jaw dropped wide as he concluded he will be joining them for business in Las Vegas. He mumbled to himself "For god's sake, as if Las Vegas needed more freaks. Isn't that hairy Caveman enough?"

Archy decided that he will have to get used to the freaks in Vegas now and walked to Goldust to congratulate him on the golden opportunity. pretty sarcastic... He shook Goldust's hands and said.

"Welcome to our city Mr Goldust, I don't think we have met before but I have heard of you and look forward to doing business with you and help rebuild the city of Las Vegas together. I wish you the best of luck, sir."

He smiled and turned around, took a tissue out of his pocket and cleaned his hand off the golden paint he caught by touching that golden figure and continued on his route to the bar to get himself drunk enough to forget his loss at the dice tables.

Despite the days that have past, Goldust still seemed to be standing around goading about his new HQ. He was always one to self-inflate, so it didn't surprise Sao that he was still out here. Shattered Dreams this, Gold make up that, premature ejaculation is the name of the game. Anything to hear his own voice, that's what Goldust liked to talk about.

I may be pretty late to the party, but I was busy...and by busy I mean I didn't really want to come. Congratulations on your new HQ my friend. I will miss doing crimes together, but I certainly won't miss you leaving random piss yellow wigs around the HQ and streets over in Chicago. Do you ever even wash those things? Doesn't smell like it...anywho I'm off to more important things.

Sao walks around the corner to take a nice nap.