"...With a Spacepole, of course."

At that precise moment a huge gust of wind blew a procession of tumbleweed past him and his 180-200  140 bodyguards. Hobbs shrugged and blundered on blindly as he often did. 

"Today is a day of much bloodshed and turmoil, and follows a week full of more blood, sweat and tears. In this one short week we've lost Giorgio-Esposito, the King of Summerlin to a rogue attack. We lost twigs to another rogue attack, and through out it all there was uprising from the chuckle brothers in the form of ParadiseCL and his twin ParadiseCL_."

Hobbs bowed his head in remembrance of the fallen. 

"Throughout this turbulent time Spacepole has proven himself time and time again, be it his dedication to hunting down rogue members of society and his tireless chasing of ParadiseCL and his peers around the city. He has shown true leadership credentials and a real fondness for red men.

With the fall of my rival and one time basket balling nemesis Headcoach (and the subsequent tsunami this almost triggered off the coast of Florida), and the removal of Detroit (v2) and Chicago we find ourselves in dire need of fresh leadership."

Hobbs paused for dramatic effect.

Congratulations Don Spacepole."

Much congratulations to Don Spacepole on his position as a captain under you, sir Godfather King Hobbs. It couldn't be a better day in Las Vegas, well it could I suppose, but ANYWAYS.

Long time coming honestly, can't wait to see the growth of your city and district.

God speed King Hobbs and prince Spacepole

Five was wondering round Paradise minding his own business when he noticed the big fella Hobbs cracking a joke in the middle of street, he stops for a moment to catch the punchline. Trying to figure it was funny he remember how big the fella was making the job so he faked his laugh, he contuines to listen to rest of Hobbs. 

"Congrats Spacepole, I wish you all the best and look forward to the rebuild of our world."

Five checks his watch and notices he's late for something so he dashes away leaving down the nearest alley. 

Wearin'uh fresh black henley to keep from the winds on the streets, the pirate of his own vessel set sail. Sat a'topp a metaphorical soapbox, an operator of a speech flew. It was well articulated, stimulatin'n'true the notes struck inside the mind's eye of the HeartOnTopperOfDice. His head swings to the sway of the notes at play inside his own mind. Doin' a little shuffle through passerbyers on the crosswalk. He finally catches the gist of the message in the streets. A promotion! Someone got the nod to move along with their ideas and ideals?!?!?! How excitin'! He grabs his spraycan tucked'un'nuh his vest, twix'teez waistband and waist.

Congratulations!

Good luck, have fun with your business ventures!