Hobbs was flustered as he arrived on the streets. He was sweating like zombie Headcoach's decomposing rotten body and as equally out of breath. He had just finished putting together a feast for the citizens of Summerlin with a delectable Tofu and three bean chilli when the news came in about a sudden influx of invaders came through the ethically sourced pipeline. As the sole survivor and undisputed saviour of Mafia Basketball™, and the founder of Mafia Veganism the weight of the invasion felt heavy on his head. He needed help, and he needed support.

Without much ceremony, but with his traditional 180-200 bodyguard friends and associates Hobbs stepped forward to LEAD like the Godfather he was. 

"The meat-eating scourge is spreading across the country. Since my announcement someone has paid Tyler Durden and three-thousand mindless followers to arrive on these shores to visit carnage on the landscape. Trees are flattened, bees are murdered where they fly. This cannot be allowed to continue. I worry for all my Vegan brothers and sisters.

We must rise up. Rise up, my brothers. Rise up and face this endless scourge.

Every notch on the belt. Every kill on the 'MeateatersFTW' family line is a kill in the advancement of a pure Vegan society.

Thankfully from the obituaries it's clear that there are more Vegans here than expected. As the founding Father of Mafia Veganism this pleases me immensely. The Durdens fall in droves and before long the land will be cleansed.

Step forward my friends, be loud and proud. Claim your murders, claim your legacy."

Hobbs waited for the cheers but none came. Hobbs was comforted by the fact this was was probably because everyone too busy killing the carnivore invaders. Somewhere in the background Stan_S_Stanman flapped his arms around pointlessly.

"Oh, and friends, once this war is won you're all welcome in Summerlin for a Cheese-Less Pizza feast. A recipe from the late great Giorgio Esposito."

Frank-costello wakes up and looks out his window and sees Hobbs walking up and down talking about vegan pizza

what's going on ? 

"Well Frank, it's very simple. There is a whole army of 'Meat Eaters' out there celebrating their lifestyle. It's a direct threat aimed at me, but fortunately based on the obituaries there are possibly dozens of Vegan Warriors out there doing the Lord's work and taking out the enemy. Frank, I know it's scary out there, but are you with me? Will you embrace the Celery Stick of Justice?"

Hobbs knew he would. Everyone would. Even Spacepole would see the light.

As editor-in-chief of The Stanman Report, it is my duty as a journalist to observe. It is a hard duty. Most of you are quite ugly. When I am not shielding my eyes from the terror of your hideous bodies, I am noticing things about this community only the keenest eye could parse. I'm able to do this, as I've been sleeping upside-down like a bat lately to make sure my enormous brain is getting all of the blood it needs to make me more smarter. 

What do we enjoy?

Fedoras, certainly. Tommy guns, of course. Pin-stripe suits? Cigars? Speakeasies? You bet your ass. 

What else?

Does a hardened mafioso enjoy a soft, tender kiss? A slight pinch of the bum? A little hair-pulling? 

I don't know. I don't observe that stuff. I can barely look at you all clothed. 

Do gangsters go home and listen to the works of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the greatest composer of all time? 

Probably not. More likely the sweet rhythm of heavy breath escaping from our open mouths.

Most of all, gangsters are meat-eaters. In other words, scum. 

Glory to Hobbs, the one man pointing us in the right direction. 

Hail Satan. 

Evan Manus walks up to Hobbs and listens to him finish his speech, denouncing the recent plague of Meateaters that has invaded every city we operate in. He reflects that while he definitely eats meat occasionally himself, this "Meateaters FTW" crew encroaching on this thing of ours wouldn't do anybody any good. And it was necessary to remedy this with whatever means necessary. As Hobbs finishes his impassioned speech, Evan takes one last draw off of his cigarette, throws it to the ground, and smothers it with the sole of his night black dress shoes. He walks over to Hobbs and greets him.

"You've inspired me with your speech, to say the least."

Evan lifts the right side of his suit coat, revealing his trusty and well-worn Colt 1911, but not in a menacing way.

"You see those hash marks?" You note that there are four groups of five hash marks in the traditional fashion, totaling 20 hashes.

"That's how inspired I've been. Twenty meat eaters sent to "meat" their maker."

Evan folds back his jacket, and with a smirk, he tips his hat to Hobbs and the other anti-meateaters.

"Now, let us finish the last few off and get back to business," he says as he walks away, lighting another Lucky Strike as he strolls down the street into the distance.

Frank looks at Hobbs and says

I'll try and help by handing out vegan posters but that's all I can do 

Frank then grabs the posters and walks down the street.

Once again Daiquiri had found herself running to the streets. Once again she had found herself wondering about Hobbs and his latest antics. She sure loved that Godfather from Summerlin, but boy did he keep her on her toes. Maybe that was part of his routine in ensuring she kept herself  active and on the go, who knows?

Once again it was his rant about those who ate meat. She just could not understand why he felt like 'he was being attacked'. Wasn't a mob running around with 'DownWithVegansFTW' as their tag? Was just folk who loved their meat celebrating, that's all. Maybe he was just feeling left out. Daiquiri realised she needed to be more mindful in the future when it came to social events for Las Vegas. She would have to ensure there was a plate of cocktail sticks with just fruit and veg on it, nothing else. Pizza with only pineapple, no cheese. "It can be done" she muttered to herself as she walked up to Hobbs.

"Hey there. You seem a bit flustered in your rant. Did you run here?" She said to him as she took a pause for a moment, "Anyway, look. I support your lifestyle and promise that any event in our city from now on, will have a vegans menu too. How about meeting us all half way here? No war needed between the carnivores and the herbivores needed!" she finished up saying as she took a drop of rum from her hipflask. 

Hobbs just stood there. He was looking rather pale. Was he in shock? Had he over done himself? OR was his blood sugars low or in need of something to eat? Daiquiri had to think quickly on her feet. She was very concerned he was about to pass out. It dawned on her. She was at a quiz with Wish and a few others and had recently learnt that licking a stamp can offer a person one tenth of a calorie. It was luck, she had a book of twenty on her. 

"Hobbs, quick lick these!" she shouted at Hobbs as she made him lick the twenty stamps. Hoping they would help him come back to earth and at least say hello to her. She got someone to help sit him down and fetch some water. As she patiently waited to see if he was okay. As he did begin to come around, he began to mutter some words "What did I just eat?" he said, as he was licking his lips. Daiquiri was about to show him when Void showed up and stopped her, shaking his head. Confused Daiquiri turned to Void to question him as he pulled her to one side, "Is the glue on the back of a stamp Vegan?" he questioned her. Daiquiri frozed on the spot, thinking and thinking over, "Let's just say they are..." she whispered back to Void as she then turned to pay her attention on Hobbs as she shouted out, "Can somebody get this man a carrot juice please?" 

Although Mai enjoyed her grandma’s southern fried chicken or a New York Strip steak she had nothing against her Vegan brothers and sisters.

Surely Hobbs had heard though the grapevine that once again someone had paid Tyler Durden and his three-thousand mindless followers to arrive on these shores again to visit carnage on the landscape and would be arriving soon.

She wanted Hobbs to know that Sweet Insanity and Armageddon  ‘s Insane Asylum would be by his side to help kill them off.  Not because they were trying to advance a pure Vegan society or they appeared to belong to the 'MeateatersFTW' family, but for the reason that Tyler is one lowlife villain, with the utmost disrespect.   They felt the plight of their Vegan brothers and sister was their plight also.

She raised her fist “More power to our Vegan brothers and sisters.

The crowd that had gathered started chanting “More power to our Vegan brothers and sisters.

Well the shit hit the fan.  Just as it was predicted three thousand of Tyler Durden’s finest arrived in the city.  Mai, being a woman of her word formed her trusted soldiers armed with an arsenal of weapons and arrived on the scene.  Although she hadn’t heard from Hobbs they still marched into the streets, stood by their Vegan brothers and sisters to fight against the gang of durdens known to be SpaceAngels. 

No ways were they falling for the Angels shit, they were all going to get killed one by one like the lowlife, scandalous members they were.  

Shots started firing and the SpaceAngels started to fall.