All these oinks, when did all these other pigs show up? And why were they talking about.. nevermind.. some oinks are left better un oinked. He lifted his head, still smacking his lips as the juicy trash bits and saliva ran down his large lips and face before widening his grin at Barney

"You want to pet me? Nobody has ever wanted to pet me!"

He finishes smacking his mouth together before slowly propping some of his sweaty back up for pets.

"Just stay away from the rump, that's off limits!"

As SirHawk propped up his back for pets, Barney was delighted. It was always a better day when you pet an animal. He rubbed his back taking careful precaution not to stray too close to the rump as instructed. 

"That's a good pig. Thank you, Mr. Oink Oink. Time to go educate the kids of the neighborhood on the sounds of other animals. There's much work to be done!" 

And just like that, Barney vanished into thin air. The crowd couldn't be sure if he was ever actually there at all.

Void has endorsed my sit-down with Hobbs, who I adore and whose friendship I seek desperately. Surely this puts me in with a shot here. If he is suspended from the competition, as Melfi declared, I put forward that his side of the prize booty be given to me and the sit-down proceed as normal. If this is not granted and our beefs not squashed, I am convinced we will end up greater enemies than Hobbs and HeadCoach, Hobbs and Grin-22, Hobbs and MikeTyson, or really any number of people who have had insurmountable issues with Hobbs since time immemorial. 

DLZ looks on confused "I can honestly say I have no idea what is going on here" He stops to light a cigar Hobbs had given to him in earlier in the day "streets are filled with rambling heretics!" 

Doctor_Melfi it is with great regret that I have to announce that I cannot accept your request of being the supplier for the prize pot.

As of late my pet parrot Carrot has become completely unhinged and I was forced to hire a personal therapist for my feathered friend. I think we both know that psychological parrot counselors are a rarity (mine had to be flown in from portugal of all places) and therefore a very costly affair.

This, combined with the rather rare and expensive leatherbound copy of "Systematic Immolation of Thought" that I've decided to purchase has gotten me caught deep in debt.

I propose that perhaps the wildly successful lottery thyndicate be consulted instead.

As always a dumb fuck fluffs up in the streets. Seems like he's high on his own ego. Does this man not understand he has the OOC-itis? Someone needs to stop this man's negative streak in the streets. He's making the business look bad by just openin' his mouth. The thoroughfare was busy, and One81 needed a ride. 

Instead of doin' his family recipe of clap the driver steal the ride, he decides to just take a puff from a kicker stick instead. The nicotine jolts the electricity in the downtrodden and rotten one's soul. He perks up and does a little neck stretch as he saunters on.

Tries to pronounce "btw" but fails successfully. What a load.