People keep saying I'm too focused on making and creating revenue through profit generations and that I can't be a successful mobster, they keep whispering around that I spend too much time picking out the perfect white suit when I should be out there in the muck and the shit robbing old ladies for their purses. I've heard it all. I have good ears.

What does that mean for me? Well, now I'm fucking homeless. I hope everyone is happy about this. After everything my father did for the mafia as a whole, his son is repaid by having to live in a simple five-bedroom home instead of the grand mansion that was his sworn birthright, this place doesn't even have a working elevator. They said they'll fix it next week, but that's a long fucking time.

I'm pissed.

Help me help you by turning this anger into something sustainable. Let me get back on top. Become the Boss that I was born to be, please. I need some fucking help. I'm begging out here.

My rolex is missing the r. It's an Olex. I'm in a really bad place right now.

What are you doing in my mansion? I was here first

Rhys grabs his shotgun

OUT!

Is there any lawyers around? I'd like to pursue a case of Big Bad Lying against Bigbadboss. 

He needs to refer to himself as BigBadGangster until he has earned sufficient rank and units to go beyond that level.

Spotting the Olex on this man’s wrist he realizes something. Maybe GiannaSchmianni is right

Sir, I think you are on to something here, I will also aid in the help of finding a lawyer for this obvious fraud of a “Boss”

This is all very sad. 

Have you considered a condo?  They're really nice and don't require the upkeep that a mansion has.  Your Olex does indeed look like a knockoff purchased from a panhandler down in South Philly - You may want to dig out your receipt for that thing if you were indeed lucky enough to get one.  

Alas, I have no doubts you will once again rise like Finch's unmentionables around Stiffler's mom.  Keep your chin up.