The Cad was unusually melancholy.

Yes, he had money, style, a rather fetching bowler hat but something  didn't fell right

He'd recently entered into a business affair with the Mayor and, although he didn't like to brag, came out of it pretty well.

And yet.............and yet, something didn't feel right.

No amount of good time fillies or fine brandy seemed to shake him out of his malaise.

and then he wondered

'am I guilty of having too much?  Should I pass some of my riches down to the little people?'

The devil on his should shouted 'Nay, let them eat toe jam'

Yet the angel won

'I do declare that I shall give away 5 quad Ca's..........well, when I say 'give away' i'm far too narcissistic for that.  I shall reward 5 people with 5 quad CA's for celebrating..............me

YES! the best 5 posts, celebrating my amazing and not inconsiderable sexual desirablility shall be awarded a quad CA'

Do your worst/best good community

JFI, you're from good, if unfortunate stock

I need to feel the love.

I'm so fucking needy

You know what? I wasn't going to come out here, I thought to myself, "Gnoch, you're gnot going to embarrass yourself to the masses as a respectable Right Hand for a few agents of the law, right?" and then immediately my brain plopped straight out of my head and rolled out the door because that's how fucking bad it wanted that cash.

So now that I've caught up to it and shoved it back in through my ear canal, what I will say is that Utter_Cad is a great man, one I've never met in my life but whose prowess amongst the ladies is most likely spoken about in some circles that I'm not privvy to. I, at this very moment, hold him to the highest of standards.

I would also like everyone to know that I am currently doing a special, I will get a tattoo of anything you want on my body for only a single credit. Think about that value for a second, and then get back to me. 

You should send me these quads, or risk the knowledge of whomst killed Ajani be revealed.

Gnoch, I demand a tattoo of "Climax" on your lower back. I will pay upon completion.

Nicola was incapable of speaking, it was something she was born with. With plans to keep to herself and just by day by day, she was shocked when she saw herself walking towards the man with the glorious moustache. Tilting her head to the side she held up a finger after a moment of pure contemplating and then turned to walk off. Enterting a cornershop she made some purchases. Once she was satisfied with her procurement of items, she walked back to the man and set the bag down and started to hand the items to him. 

Without a word she handed over a fine bottle of Whiskey, a satin pink lady jacket, Some sort of savory crispy snack flavored a bit like pickled onion, and then another that the shop owner had said would be very spicy. The woman also somehow had managed to find tacos in this small shop, and so she handed over a platter of those as well. And finally a lovely painting was passed along with the message "Look at it and name it." emblazoned on it.

Nodding her head and signalling she was done, the silent woman stepped back and gave a curtsey, but she was naught but a dumb American so she nearly fell over. This entire ordeal was a calculated move, but she was bad at math. 

Well DING DONG!

I have no recollection of this, what with the brandy and the port but I am a Cad of my word.

The mute girl is dangerously interesting and this Gnoch gentleman is clealy........unbalanced, a trait I strongly admire

THEY BOTH GET QUADS!

Iron Mike was pissed off... He was down to his last few bucks. Desperate times call for desperate measures. He approaches the affluent looking gentleman.

"I like your bowler hat & your thmell ith unoffenthive. You also have kind eyeth like my pigeon friendth. Kudoth my man" he says in a unexpectedly high voice.

He steps back & notices the confusion on the mans face.

"Can't you underthtand me? I am thpeaking englithh. I am trying to be friendly here!"

Mike tries his best to plaster a none threatening grin on his face.

The Cad listened intently to what the lispy boxer had to say.

clearly they were kindred spirits.

However, now glory did he reign down nor adulation did he speak.

'Mike, your lispy, high pitched rhetoric intrigues me, but i need love........LOVE!

Sunrise your tale is moving

However it isn't about me

No Quads, but if you'd like to get a glass of bubbly or two.............

you don't have to love me to celebrate me

get creative, get out of the box

Get Caddish

Utter_Cad finally encountered somebody who doesn't know him??  I'm amazed!  I thought his reputation had reached all four corners of this flat earth!

Zev

You, like me are international, multi gravitational, uber sexual beings

I have no idea where i'm going with this.

DING DONG!

When something needed it doing, whether it was taking out the trash, cleaning out the animals or making a delicious Sunday breakfast there was always one man for the job. "SEND HOBBS" would be the cry from the gallery, and today was no difference. A man was in peril. Self-esteem on the edge, and confidence in the gutter. A man needed picking up, and who better for the job than William 'Powerhouse' Hobbs. Hobbs had met the gentleman CAD on cold lonely nights of quizzery during the war. Hobbs was immediately impressed by that man's knowledge of irrelevant subjects, and that was a man Hobbs could get on board complimenting.

"Once again I step into the hallowed Squared Circle of the streets set on victory; this time victory will not be achieved through a spinebuster for a 1-2-3, but instead flattery. Flattery that hits you so hard you'll feel like you've been powerslammed to your very foundation and core."

Hobbs paused for dramatic effect

"CAD, I can only begin to think what the letters in your name stand for, but I can only assume they are all positive, so without further ado...

CAD - Creative and Dynamic

CAD - Curvaceous and Daring

CAD - Charming and Dapper 

CAD - Cagnificient and Dectacular

Ladies want to be you and the Men want to be with you... yes that's right, that's how strong your allure is. You are my trivia buddy (Treiner cousins), my friend, and more importantly, my soon to be Quad sugar daddy?"

Hobbs stepped back and looked for someone to bodyslam to regain his composure and intimidating presence.

Hobbs

I am truly taken aback.

I may even was my moustache for that was truly wonderful

YOU GET QUADS!

"You're as generous as you are handsome, sir, and for the doubters and naysayers in attendance please note this man is very, very generous."

Hobbs, surrounded by four corrupt agents smiled.

"It is no surprise to me that you are the pinnacle and all that people aim to be."

Jarrick watched this man from the shadows that was quite... ALLURING... he couldn't help but fight off all of the things that rushed through his mind.

"I just want to stick my tongue between those delicious teeth of his. I bet it's full of leftover exquisite filet mignon, or possibly maybe a hint of oak from the fine whiskeys he consumes. His hat, ever so splendid, would hold many trinkets I could present to him! His smile, ever so bright, could be used to reflect the sun and heat my can of beans!" 

Jarrick snapped back to reality. "Maybe I should just say.. hello.."

The Cad nodded approvingly at Jarricks words if only he knew the actual trinkets, if only

'SPLENDID YOUNG MAN, YOU GET QUADS'

The Cad tapped his bowler with his cane, turned on his heal and went about his bounderish business

'DING DONG!'

Sosabowski was minding his own business, pulling off a few hustles and doing a couple of jobs for the family. It didn't pay much; it wasn't honest work, but hey, it was something. Absentmindedly, he pulled a few errant pieces of tobacco from his tongue, and taking another drag of his cheap cigarette. Suddenly, he noticed a garish-looking man frantically gesturing and shouting about his "sexual desirability" or something. "What a fool." He quietly thought to himself. Heh, at least the guy drew attention away from him. Sosabowski chuckled and was abotu to turn away, when he spotted it. On the man's head was... the best goddamn hat he'd ever seen. It was stylish. It was contemporary and outrageously smart. With a drooping head and shaking hands, Sosabowski removed his own headpiece. His baret wasn't bad; some would say it was quite dapper. But it wasn't a bowlerhat. "I could never pull that off." He thought sadly. 

"Damn."