Consigliere Nipples wakes from a weary rest and surveys the landscape. It was bloody, just the way he liked it. As he was about to turn around and head back into the Teabaggers HQ, Don Tetley appeared out of nowhere and placed his hand on his shoulder...

"Actually, I have somewhere else I need you to go. Cosa Nostra is in shambles right now after a couple bloody days, and 12th Street is currently running amok with low-life hoodlums reaping the benefits of no mafia presence. I need you to get there right away and put things in order."

Nipples thought about what was being asked of him. He really enjoyed being able to relax in his old age without having much work to do, and didn't especially want that to change. But duty called, and Nipples was nothing if not a loyal soldier...

"I understand what needs to be done. I'll set up operations in that old warehouse just off of 12th Street. It's an old garbage truck storage facility. That should be a good business front".

The two notable crime figures standing outside the HQ began to attract a lot of attention. Don Tetley slapped Nipples on the back and said "Good Luck".

"Good morning, all. My names is Frank 'Nipples' Pastorelli. You might know me as a wisecracking asshole, but I'm also a serious businessman. As I start up this new business off 12th Street, I will be taking in a few employees. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do this right, so there's a few things you should know before rushing to be the newest truck driver."

"First of all, I'm a traditional man. I expect my associates to conduct themselves according to the four pillars of Cosa Nostra. For the uninitiated, those are:

Famiglia - We are not common crooks. We operate as an organized family. This is what keeps us ahead of the Feds. They cannot take us down if we work together and hold the family as a whole as being greater than the individual.

Onore - We are men of honor, not fucking punks! I expect your behavior to reflect this. This does not mean I want a bunch of choir boys, but I don't expect you to act like uncivilized assholes, either. Respect your enemy and respect Cosa Nostra. Show respect for the made guys in our line of work. They earned their buttons and under my watch they will be respected. If you fuck up in this respect, I'll put a bullet between your eyes myself. You've been warned.

Sangue - An attack on one is an attack on all. I expect any one of you to be willing to die for the family, or to die defending it from an attack on one or all. If your brother is attacked, you will come to his aid. Our strength exists in our family bond and loyalty to each other.

Rispetto - You will earn respect under my guidance. It will not be given to you. You will show yourselves to be capable, loyal, intelligent, hardworking, and trustworthy. By following these traditions and acting like a man of honor, respect will come your way."

If these ideals sound acceptable to you, I may have a job for you. I will want you to get to work immediately. There is a lot of cleaning up to do..."

With that, Nipples throws the arm on the circuit breaker to the building and it lights up.  He hangs a crude sign on the front door. All it says is...

12th Street Waste Disposal

Tutte had heard that Nipples gotten a auth to make a new crew in 12th street and when he heard of the name he smiled all the way up the stairs to Nipples room, ha bringed a small bag with chocolate that he hoped Nipples would like.

"Hey, great news and I wanted to visit you to say that its a wonderful name you got on crew, made my day really, and heres some good candy for you, dont eat them all at once"

He got the same bodyguard walking down with him as made him company up to the office, he was really in good mood and thanked the guard and walked out in the streets of Detroit again to get a drink or two.