A lazy, young, funny looking gentlemen approaches the mic only to feel as if he's been here before. He's tries to begin his speech only to be fallen on deaf ears.

"What's wrong with me? WHy can't I speak in front of an audience?"

Chills begin to run down his spine. Embarrassment sweeps over him like a sudden rush of anxiety like the night Batman earned his wings with Catwoman. Is it because of the journal entries from his fathers past? Filled with drama, filled with people degrading his name in the streets for his explicit yet reveling speeches? Could it possibly be that young Wad is afraid to face the people?

"Fuck no," Richard mutters to himself.

"If someone has the bravery to name their child Furby, then dammit I can do this."

Richard stomps his foot, takes a deep breathe, and approaches the mic again

"May I have everyone's attention please."

The crowd glances over to the podium when suddenly laughter breaks out amongst the crowd.

"What the hell are they laughing at?" Richard asks himself.

As the crowd continues Wad looks around in attempt to find the cause of such antics. He looks down and realizes, son of a bitch, no pants

"I'll be right back."

Richard hops off the podium and darts back to his bakery in search of some clothing suitable enough.

"What a wonderful job that was, you dip shit!" Richard scolds just before cursing himself while disappearing into his sanctuary.

The speech is saved for another day

After a good laugh, Grif starts to think to himself as a warm, soothing breeze rolls through the streets.

That wind feels amazing. I bet it would feel even better if...

He unbuckles his belt, lets his pants drop, and pulls down his poo stained undies.

Pants are for pansies! Oh and underwear is overrated.

Grif picks up his tighty whities and launches them in the air. As the crowd watches it come back down and tries its best to avoid it, the crazy man sneaks through the mass of people and frolics down the road.

Hey, Grif. Can you still call them "whities" in the state you have them in?

The Hulkster looked somewhat perplexed. He never wore Pants just his nice yellow underwear tight things. Then the hulkster began to think why he himself never wore pants. Why did Hogan fight in underwear. He could not let anyone know his thoughts. He slowly followed RichardWad to the locker rooms to find some nice pants that people could compliment him on.

Oh my could it be..... This is a familiar voice i hear. Mr Wad or Dick Wad as i believe your farther used to be preferred to be called. I'm going to keep this short, i for one am excited by your presence. If you have nearly the talent your father had to engage the people of this world in a conversation or you have the same flair he did for speaking out loud and preventing these streets from going stale then i fully welcome you into this world.

Im very excited for the future and i look forward to seeing and listening to  your creativity and this thing of ours needs another Dick Wad.

Tears of joy stream down Ares' face as he see's the legend return. He screams with glee and jubilantly skips down the streets singing Reunited.

Turtlenecks was just walking down the lonely and barren streets when he thought he was dreaming.   That loud obnoxious voice sounded an awful lot like one his father had mentionned to him.   Thinking he was hearing things Turtleneck made his voice over to the orgin of the voice.   No sooner did he come around the corner then he walked into 2 man who were pantless.

Oh my!!   How dreadfully inappropriate you too are being

As a rather large conservative Turtleneck would even dare show off his neck, so the night of the two pantless men definitely scaird him away.   Maybe if he hears that voice from Mafia past again he was take another gander throught the streets to find the speaker.

Therai looks around the streets. It seemed that RichardWad was planning on a speech. His father had told him the stories about listening to his speeches in the street. Therai pulled a cigar from the case his father had left him and lit it. He took a few puffs as he waited on RichardWad. He couldn't help but let out a laugh as he saw that RichardWad wasn't wearing any pants.

Soo when the little bugger coming back i fancy hearing another one of his speaches if he is even remotely like his father.

*speeches

The speech was saved for another day.

I will be waiting for that day.