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MrBrick, head held low, walks through the bustling street. Nodding to his bodyguards, he stops and waits as his minions carefully place a soapbox on the pavement. Flicking his cigarette into the gutter, MrBrick ascends the podium and waits for the throng to come to attention.
"Ladies, Gentlemen and Raptor, I have just come from Don Spuffwaffle's bedside. It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that his condition is not improving, and that he still remains comatosed after an unfortunate accident involving an elk. It would appear that Godfather Roman has deemed me fit enough to watch over his family, and thus you find me here.
It is true that the two-bit hoodlums and sharp-suited mobsters that made up the Morning Wood Elite are heartbroken, but it is also clear that we are not broken, nor to be trifled with. I assure you all that with me at the helm we shall further prosper and become more feared, respected and adored than ever before. Spuffwaffle will remain legend, his actions are history, his teachings are my dogma. Even so, it is time to lay to rest the name which two of the most respected men in the country built, it is time for the Morning Wood Elite to pass into folklore, and hold its place in history. This being said, I am proud to inform you that we will continue under a new flag. Our name shall ring through the streets like gunshot. We will watch you, we will remember your names, your actions and your past. We will judge you as of all Chicago judges you. We will be the lifeblood of all things illegal, unpleasant or incredibly attractive... We are The Foundation."
MrBrick pauses to light another cigarette before stepping down from the soapbox. Then, gesturing to his colleagues, he strolls away, pausing only to stare sadly towards the distant shadow of the hospital where Don Spuffwaffle resides. |