Spicoli had been preparing for a few weeks for his new position. He had been Left Hand Man to Dixxon for some time, occasionally, but not all the time. Dixxon changed left hand men like he changes his underwear, sometimes multiple times a day and sometimes not for weeks.

While he was on his break he received a message from the big boss Dixxon. He was asked if he wanted to step up to lead a headquarters within Brooklyn when Dixxon was to fight the Godfather and (hopefully) survive the encounter. Spicoli wanted the opportunity and he had been told he could have his right hand man. Not just THE right hand man, but Dixxon’s right hand man, BigRaga.

He was told BigRaga and a strong contingent of The Orphans would be coming with him when Dixxon wins his battle against the old man. He had begun to prepare for the position at hand to be a captain, but unfortunately he had forgotten until the last minute.

Spicoli had invited the Orphans to a pre-celebratory dinner before they would conquer New York for good. They had prepared a pretty standard set of food for everyone. As they all sat down, wine was poured for all and then the food was carted by some fake French waiter that rhymed with Raupe.

As they began to eat, it happened. The Roast Beef Betrayal. Something had happened and everyone began to look around. Perhaps the Godfather knew of the incoming assault by Dixxon and his seventeen left hand men. Perhaps the food was cold, perhaps the fake French waiter was discovered to actually be British who had a shit accent. Perhaps the food wasn’t good? Spicoli didn’t know but things began to spiral.

He took a knife to his food and watched as beluga and Disciple began to argue over something. He looked over and saw it. Roast beef. He knew that was the cause of everything. He had seen people begin to fist fight, throw drinks and it was all bad. Normally, in this situation, the leader would try to calm it down, but no.. not Spicoli, He was a man of the people and he could tell this is what the people wanted.