Jen had made her way to a secret location in a private bar in the streets, where she intended to reach out to all the RHM and LHM around America. She had been meaning to get to know more of them. To aid in a better working relationship. She wasn't expecting people to get close or anything, after all, they all had busy lives in helping their leaders run their families. But she did feel the hands needed a place to have somewhere to let off a bit of steam. For just them only. She got a local errand boy to go around delivering a flyer...

Dear Fellow Right & Left Hands of America,

I write to invite you to a Secret Hand Convention, which is to be held in a secret location, that only we will know. The errand boy should've whispered this in your ear. 

• For too long there has been a certain RHM with the strongest, loudest and boldest voice, who feels he is the best in the land.
• For too long there has been a certain RHM whos hair just falls perfectly, every single day when he wakes up.
• For too long there has been a certain RHM who feels he outshines us all. 
• For too long, we the have sat in silence, allowing him to be oh so 'Johnny Bravo' on us.

I think its time for the rest of us to be heard, the rest of the RHM/LHM to bond a little bit. To show kindness to one another and care. I do adore this so-called 'Best of all RHM' chap but he has to learn, feelings are involved here. We all work hard as we can for our Godfathers/Crewleaders and bring our own bit to the table.

But there are days that are harder than the other days, there are days where we could use a bit of space to go to and get support from each other. I am offering this space for us. In that secret of secret locations.

Naturally, we don't share family secrets, But we maybe could share a few little giggles or what grinds our gears. OR maybe just wish to share a tale or so and share some positivity between ourselves.

Come along, let's support one another. Let's have a few drinks and maybe a cigar too. 

With Regards and a Happy New Year,

Don Jen Barber.

Waiting patiently to see who would turn up, Jen poured herself a drink and sat down to read the daily newspaper...

Jimi finally found the secret location he had received from an young boy in the streets the other day. The flyer certainly caught his eye, the meeting itself was very interesting, so Jimi thought, why not?  So, Jimi entered the indicated place, very well dressed in a purple suit. In his head he had a black hat with a purple ribbon on it, matching with the suit.

He immediately spotted JenBarber, whom he certainly knew of, from past criminal activities across the country, although he believed that despite some jobs together, they never had a chance to really talk. Jimi walked smoothly towards her tipped his hat, respectfully.

"Hello there, Don Jen Barber. I'm Jimi, from Detroit. Jimi Hendrix."

Jimi had a gentle smile on his face when he put the hat back on.

"I got your flyer and I gotta say you got me very interested, specially on the drinking and smoking part, but also on the chance of listening to some good tales. Mind if I sit?" he said, pointing to the chair next to hers.

After a little wait and a few drinks more a gentleman walked in and introduced himself, "Hello there, Don Jen Barber. I'm Jimi, from Detroit. Jimi Hendrix" he says. He went on to explain that he got the flyer and made his way there. Jen sighed a relief, it meant the errand boy has done his job. "Welcome JimiHendrix, do get comfortable and have a few drinks with me. Maybe more will show up!" she says in response.

Oh, boy, did she hope more would come? She felt the secret hand convention had much to share and would be supportive of each other. She could not wait to tell the others how no one could say the word 'feet' in her Headquarters, for fear of upsetting her Godfather. Still, that would have to be placed on hold for the moment. 

As they sat waiting for more to turn up, Jen got her and Jimi more drinks and asked how he has been doing.

The ever so wonderfully strange Avocato had received a message by a pigeon. After catching and mauling said pigeon for fun, he finally decided to read the letter. It was an invitation from Don Jen Barber of New York to attend some kind of meeting. It sounded important, but not so important at the same time. Decisions, decisions. He groaned and wrote to lord high prince Borat that he would be heading to New York for some business.

He was given the location of this secret meeting and arrived promptly, only to see only Jen and a man unknown to him were sitting down and chatting. He could see along the walls of the room that there were portraits of Alexei with his face ripped out and replaced with Jens.

Was this all a ploy to name Jen the strongest right hand man in the world? Was this a debate? He wasn't all too sure, but he slunk in regardless and made his presence known by meowing at the two and taking his own seat.

Foamy runs up onto the stage and grabs the Mic off Jen

I respect you Jen and Imma let you finish, but ZebedeeMcZebFace was the greatest RHM of all time

OF ALL TIME!

also, can us low life non rh/lh join the party?

Indifference staggered into the secret location.  He was already visibly drunk - but that wasn't unusal.  His best work came when he was seeing triple from having triples.  He went to sit down on a chair next to his fellow city hand JimiHendrix but only hit half the chair and went crashing to the floor.  Like an old pro, though - not one drop of his beer was spilt.  Indifference looked at JenBarber and raised his beverage at her.

"God bless you for getting us all together to get to know each other.  I'm Indifference, the left hand of NathanExplosion - sometimes.   Mostly - I don't give a shit.  I think you'll find that I'm an easygoing guy with an alcohol problem."  

Indifference sat down and drank his beer as he waited for more people to arrive.