n00b bends down on one of his scabbed knees and says a few silent prayers to himself
 

Long live the legend of Bearderus! A man all mafioso should model their lives after!

n00b rises and makes his way to The Peach Pit in Detroit for a drink to catch up with old friends and corpses

Abe Lincoln is walking by the statue he thinks about everyone who visited the statue the past generations before he came to these shores before him.  Abe gets an idea takes out a pen and writes something on the statue so the generations after him will remember him

Abe Lincoln wuz here

Visits the old statue, recollects past memories

Bearderus returns people reincarnation in de flesh.

Making sure the coast is clear TC hides a package in the statue

Credits had decided to take a trip to view the famous statue, as he did every Wednesday. He liked to admire it and remind himself of the oft forgotten tidbits of genius etched into the base. Unfortunately, it would seem he wasn't alone today and a rough looking character was approaching the statue with a bundle under his arm. As he watched, the chap took a few glances over his shoulder before stashing his package by Bearderus and promptly trotting off.

"Weird" Credits said to himself.

While visiting the area where the old statue used to reside, Pops thinks back to the time when the statue was removed by Squid and Phil_Steak.

https://mafiareturns.com/comm/thread/303468#3553549 

NEVER FORGET!

LONG LIVE BEARDERUS!

Long may he reign!

Laughs

This guy seems like the biggest idiot around back then

Tips his hat

ThomasHarrow approaches LC in awe of his mafioso prowess. He clears his throat as he asks the man a question he's been dying to know since he joined the family a short while ago...

Does LC stand for "Low Credits"?

Yes LC stands for low credits. But what does ThomasHarrow stand for? Thomas the "Chu Chu" train? In my language Chu Chu means piss. So Thomas the piss train Harrow? 

laughs in awe at the nerd, piss train mafioso in his own crew. 

"why is Stiffler hanging around this?" 

The Great One snapped out of his reverie. The Rock knew that no matter how "over" he was, no matter how much the Millions... and millions of the people screamed his name, like a tidal wave of adoration building and building to a crescendo before finally smashing everything in its path... "Rocky!... Rocky!... Rocky!... Rocky!...", no matter how many times he layeth the smacketh down, The Rock knew that he owed it all to the greats who had blazed the way before him. Greats just like this jabroni here and his 200 foot high statue. And that's why, on occasion, when he first arrived in a city, The Rock would come to places such as this to venerate the greats of the past... High Chief Peter Miavia, "Soulman" Rocky Johnson, and even Bearderus, his statue tarnished green through oxidation, sulphur dioxide, and the piss of Asschicken. 

And so it was the Rock was snapped out of his reverie by the words of a nobody, a nothing, a non entity. The Rock looked around, he had heard Stiffler's name but hadn't seen him, perhaps he was hiding in the shadows. Instead he noticed a tiny boy with a lame leg, dressed in rags, with his cap in hand, just like Tiny Tim from a Christmas Carol, and just like Tiny Tim, who's father had been too poor to feed his family, this Tiny Tim had to subsist by feeding from crumbs that fell from the big boys table. Perhaps the young boy had seen Stiffler here, come to pay his respects like the Rock had, reminiscing the great street orators of the past, having had to listen to the mindless gibbering's of monkey's ass, Tiny Tim.

Still, it was Christmas, as as Great as the Rock was, he knew it hadn't always been that way. The Rock too had been down on his luck, once upon a time, and here was a chance to pay it forward. Approaching the young boy, the Rock reached into his pocket to pull out something, the boy flinched, perhaps expecting a gun, after all, he had accused the Rock of advocating his death, which honestly was monkey crap. If the Rock had wanted Diana Ross dead, he'd have stepped right up and slapped the taste of Berry Gordy out of her mouth himself. The young man looked around frantically to see if there was somewhere he could run, but being lame and carrying Georgian style crutch made that unlikely.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa jabroni, the Rock doesn't mean you no harm. The Rock was simply going to give you this Brahma Bull Baseball cap and $50 so you can get yourself a hot meal and a shower Tiny Tim." said The Rock, smiling beatifically.

Looking confused, the small boy stared up in wonder at the Rock and said, "But my name is Fareh..."

"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!" the Rock snapped back.

"The fact of the matter is this, you are a nobody, a non entity, a nothing, a has been. You exist purely out of the kindness of the rest of the people, despite your churlish behaviour. They allow you to eat the crumbs cast from their table, because you don't matter. You are yesterdays news. So here, take the cap, and this $50 and perhaps you can do something with yourself other than look like 10lbs of monkey crap in a 5lb sack." stated the Rock as he placed the cap on the boys head and dropped the $50 into his outstretched hand.

"Now feel free to run your mouth Jabroni, ever body knows how you like to run your mouth, but the Rock won't be here to listen. If you smellllllah, what the Rock... is cookin'!" The Rock took out his mirror shades, slipping them on and got into his waiting Limo. He had work to do, and maybe once he told Isabella about his good deed for the day, she'd stop complaining about him pouring gasoline on the grass.

Merry Christmas Chris_Vaughn.  I've sent you a little something.  Thanks for the $50