T-Oo-K came to the streets with a proud smile on his face. Adrenaline had recently flooded through his body a short while ago as he had made triple what he paid on a barbiturates job and after giving the Boss a nick kick back, his family status had risen significantly. No longer just a middling Earner, he was now a Wise Guy to be reckoned with. 

As a newly minted Wise Guy, I have taken over this street corner to celebrate. There was some idiot in a striped top blowing his whistle, but I've run him off and claimed it as my own. This will be a happy place where friends and associates can come together and bond over their achievements. 

With this in mind, the first person I would like to invite to celebrate with me now that we share the same rank is LiquidFareham. Let us try to put your past stupidity and mispronunciations behind us. There is room in this world for two Wise Guys like us to get along without one having to kill the other. It doesn't need to get to that point. Take a load off on that step over there and let us toast being Wise Guys.

What do you say?

T-Oo-K proffers a popular alcoholic drink as a symbolic olive branch.

CalJacobs offers up a warm smile to Toodle-Oo-Kangaroo and pops a bottle of champagne.  Champagne foam pours out of the bottle.  The cork goes flying overhead.  Many mistake it as a gunshot and duck.  CalJacobs says "whoa!" in pleasant surprise.  He offers a champagne flute to Kangaroo and awaits a thank you.

Cheers my friend!  I too have been slowly climbing the ranks.  Mind if I join you for a toast to our combined successes?

"Cal," Took said without enthusiasm, "a pleasure to see you". 

He had been warned about Mr Jacobs and his ilk. Bully-boy strongarming and harassment were his weapons of choice. This little kangaroo was going to have to watch himself. There were union sharks in the water.

"I don't mind you joining me at all. But just so all our cards are on the table, this is a time for celebration only. No funny business. OK?" 

CalJacobs chuckles, but takes a cautious step back nonetheless.  He gently places the bottle of champagne at his feet and raises his hands to indicate he means no harm.

Easy there, big fella.  I am not here on any official union business.  Just taking a stroll and noticing another man basking in some of life's smaller victories like achieving Wise Guy status much like myself.  Believe me, I know all about celebrating small victories.  If it weren't for the small ones, I'm ashamed to say that I would have none to celebrate at all.  I'm the type of guy who likes to announce to my entire crew when I win the small harty.  If I waited to brag about winning the big harty, I wouldn't have much to announce unfortunately because I always lose.  So I find it important to smile about the small things in our world.

Aside from that, I can assure you that any "warnings" you may have received regarding myself or my teamster friends are all based on unfounded nonsense perpetrated by a slanderous and spiteful enemy of the union.  But we can talk shop some other time, that is if you'd be interested in being a part of the FUTURE of mafia labor racketeering.  But for now though.... shall we?

CalJacobs picks the bottle of champagne and flute and shakes it enticingly towards Toodle-Oo-Kangaroo 

Toodle-Oo-Kangaroo I tentatively accept your peace treaty, what makes me accept it is that you have reached the esteemed and prestigious rank of Junior Wise Guy. Nothing more, nothing less.

Though I do not agree on your assessment of "stupid behaviour" or "mispronunciations" I will not further fan the flames which would cause us to enter another shitflinging contest.

I have had enough yellow flags from StreetReferee already.

TO COMMEMORATE THIS OCCASION I HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU.

Your very own leatherbound copy of Systematic Immolation of Thought, a book which contains many ancient wisdoms and is worthy of scholarly study.

To quote a popular passage "I am a man, not a beast, therefor I think."

I'm sure that one day you will be a Senior Wise Guy like me.

On his way to the airport in LA, Hiro stumbled upon a few gentlemen at the corner of a street. It appeared to be a celebration for Toodle-Oo-Kangaroo's promotion.
Hiro grabs a glass of champagne and toasted shortly.

"Congratulations sir with your promotion"

Hiro finished his champagne and quickly got back on his way as he didn't want to miss his flight.