The Rise an Fall of @Malcoln-Tucker

MT, as he's know to his friends, was mostly known for riding the crest of MrKuku's stunning stress speeches with ad hominem attacks and failing satire.  So inane were MT's musings, that MrKuku would receive millions in tips in exhortations to verbally assault MT.

But MrKuku wasn't like that.  He'd moved on, unlike a coterie of sadsacks who plague his every move. 

But MrKuku did not know that MT was destined for record breaking greatness...  He was about to get a bold suit, and set up his own outfit.

At 2am, on the 27th May, MT set up his own crew.  He took to the Streets, loudly announcing his entry into the world of senior management.  People were aghast.  The Competition Commission sent flowers.

MT named the crew DoSac, which is fairly amusing to some.  But MT clearly didn't carry a copy of Systematic Immolation of thought...  

SOMEONE KILLED MALCON-TUCKER.

But for those 12 hours that he ran a crew, didn't he make an impact?

Never invested that money in English lessons I see.

Balls, still upset over than historical extortion?  C'mon man. 

Malcon-Tucker, i hope your kin comes back to these shores. Kuku's relatives could use some more humilliating.

My mother Roya told me he was a prick, that's why she killed 4 of his sons and daughters. 

Balls shrugs

I just like making short, slightly amusing comments sometimes. I think I did quite well.

"I didn't know Malcon for long, but he seemed like and o.k fella to me. I mean had you seen all those other riffraff that used to roam these streets, it was utter shambles."

"May he rest well, our sweet prince"

Fenton whips out his shiny new revolver and lets two shots off into the sky, he whispers a little prayer as he walks off to continue his day.