Always keen to be a bandwagon jumper onner and ingratiate himself with the drooling masses should a possibility present itself; Sprozz grabbed with both hands the opportunity to provide a scathing commentary on one of the fine cities in which The Mob had a presence.

Something has been worrying me recently. Something has been concerning me. Something has been confusing me.

What the fuck is going on in Las Vegas?

I know they call it Sin City but for fucks sake, they call Chicago the windy city and that doesn't mean I give Clarity the ol' dutch oven treatment once a day and 3 times on sunday!

Hearing a shout from the crowd, Sprozz angrily tossed a cigarette butt into the cutar and irritably talked over the man

OK OK! Well maybe I do, but that's not the bloody point, is it? I want to know what's going on in Las Vegas! First, old Arnold_Rothstein sets up shop in quite a pioneering move that didn't even last as long as some of my fiercer bowel movements. Particular delight was to be found at the comical timing of him setting up the now infamous (or is that un famous?) Las Vegas Commission approximately 3 minutes before he died*. Further hiliarity ensued with his offspring being utterly unable to deduce the identity of his father's killer; despite a trail of clues somewhat reminiscent of Hansel and Gretel leaving breadcrumbs behind. Rather reminds you of Sherlock Holmes doesn't it? That is if Sherlock holmes was blind, from Norfolk and presumably with more fingers than are strictly necessary.

*This part may be embellished or completely untrue.

The second leader to make Vegas his home was the rather tragically named Utopia. A good deal of irony is found here owing to the fact that most people's idea of Utopia is not making a break in a new city only to find yourself deep throating the barrel of a .45 pistol a short time afterwards. After another inevitable death painfully obvious to everyone who wasn't called 'Utopia', this left Messrs Caveman and BabaORiley left to rule the roost in Vegas. Unlike approximately everyone in the Mafia world, a certain Sgt_Slaughter seemed completely unaware of the existing friendship between these two gents and stumbled his way into a crew Sgt_Slaughter. To everyone's surprise, he is still alive. To everyone's disappointment, he has yet to live up to his promising monikor.

It is at this point I would like to draw attention to a couple of patterns that seems to be emerging in Las Vegas.

PATTERN THE FIRST: If you stand in the street and announce your presence, you will die. The only leaders to announce their crews were Rothstein and Utopia...Is this down to some curse or superstition; or merely because Baba and Caveman are so busy picking nits from each other's backs and eating them that they don't notice someone setting up in Vegas until it is physically announced? Only time will tell.

PATTERN THE SECOND: If you set up from Philly, you will die. With only 2 deaths so far, I appreciate the fact that this may be a little premature as it normally takes three instances to develop a pattern; but so far the facts speak for themselves. 100% of deaths have been ex-Philly members, and 100% of ex-Philly members are dead!

So, this seems to bode well for Caveman, BabaORiley and Sgt_Slaughter who's mothers' all had the good foresight not to give birth in the city of brotherly love, though rumour has it that all three are intent on turning their own city into one of brotherly lust.

Unfortunately, we cannot know this with all certainty as they are playing their hands very close to their chests. One thing is for sure, though, the situation is almost as tight, if not even tighter, than a nun's back passage; and the question on everyone's lips is:

What the fuck is going on in Las Vegas?

Timmy picked up a paper on his way to the casino

Man, Sin City is a dangerous place to be.

Hey man, put me down for a G note on the Red Sox making it all the way,

There's a real bromance blossoming, I can feel it in the air.

Clarity frowns at Sprozz.

"It never is nice to wake up to you sneaking into my house and doing that to me. You would think the locks on the doors would keep you out! Maybe it is the windows...I'll have to have a look into that!"

She then cringes before running off to see a locksmith to try and fix the break in's.

Xiphos watches as Clarity runs down the street. He chuckles at her words and looks to his pal Sprozz.

Don't worry, she'll give me a spare key, just like she did last time. Just keep calling and we can continue our charade. Of course...I'll be absent from the actual deed...I don't know what you eat...but I want no part of this...I have little nose hairs left already..."