Iron Mike was smouldering with resentment. His anger had quickened his blood. He felt a flicker of irritation to hear HeadCoach make a trade offer for Illuminatiated. 

He gives Coath a quick dig up the ribs & says quietly "That Bathtard burned me horthe I am thure of it!" 'Shut up Iron Mike it's my turn to speak' was the curt response from Coath.

Mike continues to seeth, he is almost as angry as the time he found out frenemy Hobbs had 5 bins. What sort of city of sin requires 5 bins!?!?!? Mike is still aghast at the idea. He stands idly by like a cauldron of rage until he hears Bobs_Burgers speak. I thucking knew it, these windy city bathtard's wont ACKNOWLEDGE or COMPENSATE the death of my beloved race horse...Now I know why. Iron Mike retreats into the night to get the BBB (Better Betting Bureau) & his co owner Dmitry on the phone with this startling new information which could crack the case wide open. This may absolve known arsonist & general pest Hobbs of any guilt in the matter of the horse death, but Mike already had thousands of reasons to hate him so he was happy to proceed.

Hobbs turned to Void. His one true friend. His Spaghetti companion. 

"My friend we find ourselves at a crossroads. At a Spaghetti Junction if you were. I reject your claims that I willingly donned this jersey with no hesitation. In our line of works it's important to grow. To evolve. Just look at Sunrise over there. A week ago he couldn't string a single sentence together without stuttering. Now he's managing to speak whole paragraphs. Stepping down has liberated him... he's a free man, full of creativity and ideas. He's the man I wish to become! What happened to Sherlock? Why did Watson do it? Why does he hate capitals? I could be like him. I could be a God."

Hobbs hyper ventilated with excitement and calmed himself down.

"However... after all the outpouring of public and private support (One guy mailed me asking me not to leave Las Vegas) I've made the decision to REJECT Headcoach. To REJECT Detroit. To REJECT Mafia Basketball. I still need to understand why twigs don't want me man but that's a conversation for another day, certainly not a discussion point I could put on to the streets like a cheap whore who exclusively fucks for universe karma.

The truth is Headcoach caught me at a low ebb. There's a guy out here telling Crewleaders (Like me!) to kill myself and that got me down a little. But I'm back now. I'm ready to once again resume my life's work of liberating Las Vegas from ball games and fighting tyranny and obese people wherever I find them.

I hope that settles the matter. I will now have a ceremonial burning of the Detroit Jersey, which in no way is a symbol of the arson attack on a certain Detroit owned horse."

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

I am extending FrizzleFry's rogue deadline by TEN MORE DAYS. If he does not come back to the warm bosom of Bricktown by then, he will be considered an enemy of the state. Boat drinks. 

HeadCoach, can the community please have an update on the status of Mr. FrizzleFry. It has been over the 2 different allotted time frames and still nothing. He hasn't even been spotted in the streets in a few weeks now. The community is curious...

Vidal, as most of us know, Coach is honeymooning in the Caribean at this time, but any issues concerning Detroit can be brought to me. I can assure you that 12th Street is in the good and capable hands of BBB while Frizzle is in his coma. While I am authorized to make any and all decisions regarding Detroit, including the forceful removal of Frizzle, if necessary, I do not see any urgent need to take such drastic action in Coach's absence. So long as he remains peacefully slumbering away, harming no one, I will wait and let Coach determine his fate. The curious community should take up basketball to put their minds at ease in the meantime.

As Acting GFC of the BBB, I can also assure you that we have sent a full team of goats to keep the property clear and the grass maintained. 

Frankly we are enjoying the extra space and have considered co-opting the HQ into a petting zoo for everyone to enjoy. 

This is easily the second greatest de facto leadership Detroit has ever experienced. More cities should try emeritus leadership. 

As the acting head shepherd if Detroit, I would like to state that the extra grazing that Frizzles HQ is providing, has helped to keep our goats in tip-top condition. My goat cart lap times have never been faster and we have been able to breed some wonderful new stock. I am open to offers if you wish to purchase yourself a wonderful Detroit goat. Come talk to us and we will see what we can do for you. 

He whistled and many goats surrounded him in a protective circle. Hobbs wishes he was surrounded by an entourage of the goats of Detroit.  

After listening to the announcements in the street, Jarrick scratched his head perplexed at the situation.

"So.. was this ever resolved? I am starting to lose track of what is actually going on here."

 

"Jarrick, I'm glad you asked. With the terrible and unfortunate demise of my King Giorgio Esposito, Summerlin finds itself without a trusted lieutenant to help share the load. I need my great friend and confidant FrizzleFry more than ever, and look forward to him transferring into the city post haste to help out with administrative duties."

With HeadCoach missing, hoped dead, FrizzleFry has a choice to make over where his loyalties lie, just as soon as the 10 day ultimatum from HeadCoach is up, anyway. Mine are with BricktownCL, the real power in Bricktown, and I would suspect Frizzle's are too. Regardless of that, any administrative tasks fall within the remit of BBB, so you and he will need to have a lengthy sit-down and iron things out.

The smarty dressed man appeared looking solemn and sad. He was wearing a black suit with a black armband. He wiped a tear away from his eye with his BBB silk handkerchief. He was accompanied by Conqueeftador who carried a hammer and a sign. BBB gestured and Conqueeftador hammered the sign into the ground. The sign read. Now Open Frizzle Fry memorial goat sanctuary. The two men stood watching as goats frolicked around the now empty HQ. BBB looked to Conqueeftador  and nodded. 

"I would like to announce that this is now a sacred sit to Detroit. Thank you for your commitment to the cause Frizzle Fry. We will never see the likes of you again. I now announce that my reign of goatness has begun truly. Long live the Detroit GOATS."

The two men poured out a shot of special homemade energy concoction that had been created by Frizzle to keep Detroit fresh and on their toes. 

They headed past the sign to wander amongst the goats.