Jaws is covered from blood after yet another beating.  Despite his latest subterfuge, people seem to recognise him as a Fareham.  Is that good?  Probably...  But he clambours aboard a soapbox and begins to talk...

"Like most of us in this thing of ours, I have killed a few members of the Honesty bloodline.  Goes back generations, to when a distant relative of mine was involved in an underground group called the POLHF.  Very successful they were: in one night, they killed three Godfathers, and a third of Honesty's crew.  I can't remember why.  It was undoubtedly a good reason, though.

And then, of course, a Fareham killed Honesty- but somehow managed to miss that pissy little toerag Flash_Fire.  Christ, what an embarrassment that was.  Honesty- is 40 times the man Flash_Fire is, but then again, who is less deserving of even the simplest act of human kindness that Flash_Fire?  I can't think of anyone.  Even Premeir has a good point.

But anyway, so yeah, I killed the crewless Syrup, and now his idiot son has set up basic camp in my beloved Detroit.

I of course want to kill him, but if I do, City Hall with replace my high calibre firearm with a more basic one.  A basic gun for killing a basic beach of a man.

Killing this bloodline feels like pushing the proverbial boulder up a mountain, only for the moron to do forward rolls all the way down, bump into the mother of his son on the way down, and an identikit Syrup flouncing out with a target tattooed on his face.  

It gets tiresome.

I'd shoot Flash_Fire every day if I could - I like getting unexpected praise, and the last time I killed one of his lineage, I was inundated with goodwill and some gifts.

But honestly, Honesty-/Syrup?  Nobody even notices.

It isn't neat.

What do you think?  Slay Syrup, or set myself free?

Thanks everyone.

Boat drinks."