Following a lengthy discussion between a representative of The Plumbers and Godfather Premeir, an agreement has been reached.

The terms of this agreement are top secret, but have resulted in a few action points that will be outlined briefly here.

• The Plumbers now endorse Premeir as the undisputed Tutti of this thing
• The Plumbers recognise Roman's valuable contribution to this but realise that his time has passed
• The Plumbers will not launch any action against Roman
• The Plumbers will not assist Premeir in any action against Roman
• The intelligence gathering wing of The Plumbers will remain in place
• All members of The Plumbers are to restrict their activities - nothing happens in New York
• The Plumbers will respect Omerta regarding the terms of agreement reached
• Sylar will not be killed by us

We look forward to a fruitful and pleasant time doing business.  The conversation was enjoyed and we all had a laugh.

Thanks Prem; it was worth it.

For those of an abstract nature, this now means that French bread "pizza" isn't necessarily bad - and that, whilst an acquired taste, it has its uses.

Spuff couldn't help chortling to himself as he overheard the bold claims being made by another member of that rediculous little fringe group he'd seen running around recently. If nothing else, the quixotic statements being made brought a smile to his face. He in no way gave any credence to them, but they brought a bit of humour to his day.

Heh, Whitey, I really wish I knew if you yourself believed what you're saying. However, from the sounds of it, your little club is finally starting to show a modicum of intelligence;

The Plumbers will not launch any action against Roman

That is the most sensible thing that I have heard from any of you so far. It's been shown time and time again that we here in Chicago are more than willing to put in a solid shift whenever the good of the city is placed in jeopardy, and saying that you'll avoid taking us on suggests that maybe you're eventually learning a lesson or two. Obviously you went and ruined it all with your ludicrous comments that Roman's time has passed. But one can't have everything.

Spuff - if you were serious about putting in a shift to protect Chicago, the state of play would be different.

Roman's not the hungriest kid on the block any more - no-one will dispute that. 

Heh, you're more than welcome to experience first hand what sort of shift I'm willing to put in for the good of my home. But then, your little club doesn't pose any sort of danger that requires any more action than swatting a fly, so the effort required would be minimal really.

But anyway, entertaining though it may be to become embroiled in a dispute which will only serve the purpose of making you think that you're having some sort of viable effect in these parts, I'm on my way to get one of those coffee colonics that Chuckle has been raving about so much recently. Can't understand the attration myself, but can't knock it until I've tried it and all that.

Nothing clears the pipes like java!

~C~

Seems the plumbers are out of date.

Whitey is yesterdays news.

More like four days ago news.

You guys gave us nothing to go on, but we kinda half-assedly followed along for a bit because at very least there was the chance of an interesting diversion in the streets, and now you don't even offer that. Your greatest achievement was probably wasting everyone's time, but there was no punchline and now no one cares.

Successful whores can be ugly or lazy, but never both.

Monet hobbles up once more, listening to some idle chatter. He coughs several times, trying to clear his brittle throat of the garbage that circulates in the air. 

Ah well, alls well that ends well. I agree with Rudiger that you guys did give a bit of an interesting intrigue to the other idle streets but now you've gone and ruined all the fun.  Such a pity. I did look forward to whatever garbage you guys were going to try to spew upon us.

He shakes his head, and leans on his cane as he narrows his wrinkled eyelids for a second, thinking. He shrugs and limps off.  

What the freak.. 

"Sylar will not be killed by us"

You tried, numerous times, it took you several shots to kill my already ill bodyguard and quite frankly you mongs couldn't run a piss up in a brewery. And I don't for one second believe that Godfather Premeir has anything to do with you invalids.

And as for taking action against Roman, you can't kill me so how on fucking earth do you expect to kill who is possibly the most powerful man in this thing of ours.

Forget Plumbers, more like dumb, dumb and the even dumbers.

Adios, asswipes.

(PS message me anytime for a meet and greet + shooting fest.)

(PPS, you'll find me in the phonebook)

I heard this is the place to talk to somebody about getting my toilet fixed?

Are The Plumbers around?

seems plumbers is a fitting name as their mouths resemble a bust shit pipe, here we go again they have takin to the streets with their amusing stories which quite frankly is getting old

Again, another load of bullshit. Come back when you have something worthwhile to say. 

You are so fickle, you fell in love with Roman, then you fell in love with Egwene, then it was Sylar's turn and now its -Premeir. 

You are an interesting bunch to say the least.

Kicks The Dead Horse

~H~