SpikeS walks out onto the Strip in Las Vegas covered in blood and other bodily fluids. His suit is a bit ragged, and he’s missing one of his shoes. His tie is partially undone, and also stained. His pocket square is poorly stuffed into a pocket, and a handkerchief is hanging from his back pocket, also saturated with soiling.

Oh well, shit happens. We gotta dust off and move forward. Mokus is dead, but I found his stash of nuts. Martin is also dead, but what are you gonna do about it. Nothing dries quicker than a tear, but in this life, we don’t shed tears these days. We are men, not pussies. We are strong, while many are not.

And so, I will be opening this new crew. I’m looking forward to helping Las Vegas rebuild, as it has many times in the last two years. It will be a prime city quickly I am sure. Thank you to my friends, and to my enemies, I hope you always taste morning breath from a rough night before and defeat.

There will also be others setting up, and I send them a congratulations ahead of time. This is how we do things, one goes down, another goes up, but together we are strong, and some people are not. Perhaps it is time for them to consider asking for forgiveness.

As a Prince (of Morningwood) I hope to contribute to the betterment of this thing of ours, and Las Vegas will continue to thrive.

SpikeS walks into a casino and goes up to his hotel room. He strips down and puts his shoes outside the door to be shined. He goes into the shower, and then gets dressed in a fresh suit.

Onwards and upwards, and downwards with the rest. The Gentlemen will handle the rest.