The burly Godfather sits at the head of the table in the backroom of the Italian restaurant. Several Dons from neighboring districts sit on either side of him, slurping pasta and guzzling red wine.  Cigar smoke fills the air as the hefty mobsters conduct a sit down to discuss a business dispute.

Suddenly the door to the back room is kicked off it's hinges as WesWatson storms in, veins bulging from his neck, intensity in his eyes.  One of the Godfather's bodyguards approaches WesWatson. Wes pulls a prison shank from his county-issued jumpsuit and slashes the bodyguard.  He approaches the table of high-profile mafioso.

What's this sit-down shit??? STAND YOUR BITCH-ASS UP!!!

The Godfather and the Dons stand up as WesWatson looks them over with a look of disgust

Look at you.. a $3000 designer suit, an imported Italian tie, a gold necklace, and what do you got underneath it all????  BITCH TITS!!!

The Godfather winces and whimpers and WesWaton squeezes and twists his meaty breast.

YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKERS!  Look what happens to you all when you reach the top.  You get lazy and gluttonous.  You're supposed to be LEADERS but you don't LEAD BY EXAMPLE!  You've lost that HUNGER!  And I ain't talking about hunger for spaghetti you fat fucks, I'm talking about the hunger to better your motherfucking self and those around you!!  Your PEOPLE look to YOU to LEAD THEM!!!  SO BE A FUCKING LEADER!!!!  

When I was locked up in the pen, I led my people by motherfucking example.  THAT'S what your people should expect from you and what you should expect from YOURSELVES.  I CAN HELP YOU!  I can help you reach your greater potential and be the man or woman you want to be, but first you have to HELP YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SELF!!!!  Now GET YOUR BITCH ASSES DOWN AND LETS GET THOSE BURPEES IN!

The Godfather and the Dons begin doing burpees.  WesWatson drops down and does them along with them, counting them off, leading by example.  Down! one-two-three ONE!  Down! one-two-three TWO!  Down! one-two-three THREE! and so on.  The Godfathers immediately dies from cardiac arrests while the Dons hack up cigar phlegm and vomit on the floor in front of them from over-exertion.  But WesWatcson doesn't allow them to stop.  He motivates them to continue.  The burpees continue long into the night...

I beta tested your girl.

You are a beta.  I'M A FUCKING ALPHA!!!

You may be right you may be wrong, I'll let my own actions dictate that BUT YOU'RE STILL A BETA... AND BETA IS NOT FUCKING COOL!!!!

WesWatson - I wish I could have a physique like yours, but I have a back problem that means I can't exercise for a prolonged period of time.

WesWatson you act like you're such an athletic guy, yet I have witness statements confirming that you ate an XL pizza and a tray of tiramisu cake all by yourself last night? 

Mandalore listens to the jacked up man. Looking around at the crowd of people not quite understand what is really going on. He would shrug and turn to walk the in the other direction.

Whispering, "Humans."

WesWatson - I wish I could have a physique like yours, but I have a back problem that means I can't exercise for a prolonged period of time.

Ah man, yeah back problems can be tough, I'm sorry to hear that Kirsty.  I guess if I could offer you any advice it would be to quit being a fucking pussy, and WORK THROUGH THAT PAIN!!!!  In the pen, WE DIDN'T TAKE DAYS OFF!  If our backs hurts, instead of doing 100 burpees WE DID 200 BURPEES!  

WORKING THROUGH THE PAIN IS HOW WE BETTER OURSELVES!  QUIT BITCHING ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS AND YOUR BAD BACKS, AND LEVEL THE FUCK UP!!!

Alpha Beta, over & out, way to much abger again, try to relax and dont get mad over small things in life, life to short to just being mad all the time, promose that life is betetr when smiling at all fools instead of gettign in discussion that going nowwhere.

What the FUCK are you saying motherFUCKER?  

When you're in the pen, THERE IS NO RELAXING!!!  That's why everyone on the outside is so soft. You think you're lonely, Wolf?  Try doing 10 years in the penal system.  10 FUCKING YEARS!!!  THAT'S fucking loneliness.  But it was through that loneliness that I was able to get to know myself.  To learn about myself and my flaws and CORRECT THEM.  To become BETTER.  To LEVEL UP!!!  And I'll tell you this much, there wasn't NOTHING short about that time.  That's also the reason why I'm jacked and you have NO FUCKING CHEST AND NO FUCKING ARMS!!!!!!  What do you wash your hair with, LonelyWolf?  Head and NO SHOULDERS?????

Anger feeds anger, I just put in so elove, keep up with anger and I just give you love back, thats the way to get rid of anger in theworld my friend. Keeping on with bad words just not getting anyway against me, just remember that.

LonelyWolf you use sugar flavored lipstick to go along with that skirt don't you..

Oh yeah LoudQueefer, what do you not do to make sure to get rid og hatred people? lol

JohnMoore walks in, having not listened to much of the preceding discussion barring the yelling audible from all around the block.  

"I heard it was getting a little bit heated in here. I wanted everyone to know I'm willing to file a formal noise complaint if this sort of hooliganry continues. You get this one warning. Make of it what you will."

File a noise complaint with who JohnMoore?  The police?  The guards?  City Hall?  In prison, we call that SNITCH SHIT, as surefire way to get yourself carved up and your shit fucking handed to you.  

There's two types of people in prison; GP (General Population) where all the real ass motherfuckers are, and PC (Protective Custody) where all the snitches and chomos go.  Trust me, you don't want to be branded as PC.  Being PC will go on your permanent prison paperwork, and that shit follows you from prison to prison.  So when you roll onto a new yard, and the motherfucker who runs the yard asks you to produce your paperwork, you better hope you don't have no PC snitch shit on there.  That's why I always have my paperwork available ON THE FUCKING READY so when I roll onto a yard, everyone knows that I'm a man about my business.

YOU TOO CAN BE A MAN ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS JOHNMOORE.  THAT'S WHY I'M HERE.  TO EDUCATE AND HELP.  DO YOU WANT TO BE GP?  OR DO YOU WANT TO BE A PC SNITCH MOTHERFUCKER??????

Nipper's attention was caught by the spectacular lack of respect shown by WesWatson. He'd intended on interrupting but the ensuing pantomime was so enthralling, the cross dressing wonder was forced to soak it all in. It was fair to say he was immediately smitten with Mr Watson's manner. He stepped forward and clapped his hands together with joy.

"Oh my! I had intended on setting your straight baout respect but the incredibre aggression combined with sociar retardation has warmed my heart. Misser Watson, I'm quite taken with you. I very much enjoy your hirarious overreaction to absolrutery everything and this abirity to share vast swathes of highry personar information when none is required. You my boy, courd go far. "

Walking up to Wes, Nipper grinned as best he could and pinched Wes' cheek in an affectionate way.

"But for now, I am interested in this exercise program you are serring. I have become a rittre reraxed around the middre since Grin reLeased me from the basement. Having own crew with herpfur right hand man, means I have sracked a rittre and possibry eaten a few too many pancakes. I am of course not wirring to do exercise in pubric and of course wirr not take werr to being criticized, so I propose private sessions. I pay you handsomery for severaL sessions a week and soon we whip, not riterarry of course, me into fighting shape once more."

He pulled  grotesque wad of bills from his pocket and handed the entire thing to Wes without so much as a glance at the amount given.

"This wirr cover arr expenses. I see you tomorrow morning, six am sharp."

Looks at WesWatson

Seems like he caught the Marleau disease.