"Oh, TonyTheTailor. You greasy little goblin.

You bowl a measly 145, get dragged to victory by Peter 'I sold my soul for a strike' and suddenly you're strutting round like you invented the game? Spare me.

Your whole speech? A love letter to your own ego, written by delusion. Meanwhile, my team, yeah, we lost. But we lost with style. With honor. With several open frames and a lot of shouting, sure but still, honor.

Julietta-Megani, Natasha, FatTony, congrats. You're all dead to me.

This ain’t over.

Enjoy your crown whilst it still fits your head."

F.U.C.K.T.O.N.Y

Hearing what Matt publically shouts over the streets, Julietta heads over and looks at Matt with a big questionmark in her eyes.

"Matt, I know you and Tony have your issues. It's not easy being a secretive gay couple in a testosterone-filled moblife, but you have to try and be honest.  I don't know how many times I saved your ass and you where overly thankfull. You even send a courier over me to deliver a thank-you message. And now you've lost a bowling match, which was fair play, we're all dead to you? Matthew, matthew, matthew, that's not being nice, now is it.

Julietta turns around towards the gathered crowd and holds up a letter. Now you all can see, Matt tries to be tough in public, but deep inside, he's not that bad. You just gotta know him for a bit.

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To: Julietta-Megani
From: Matt
Sent: Sep 29, '25 11:29
Subject:

Still here saving my ass I see lol.

Thanks again

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I will leave you two lovebirds alone now, and remember, you don't have to look tough.

"Julietta-Megani, you’ve got it twisted.

As your superior It’s your job to bust me out, remember? That’s why you’re on the payroll not because I sent you one polite thank‑you once upon a time.

Just because I said thanks doesn’t mean you’re not dead to me now.

Also I'd thank you to stay out of mine and TonyTheTailor business but you're just as likely to take a record of it and try to use it again in future for your devious slander"

I was walking down the streets when I heard TonyTheTailor blabbing about our win. You could still see nacho crumbs on his bright orange beard as he puff and shout proudly about our annihilation of Matt's team.

From afar, I could also see Julietta-Megani arguing to what seems to be a homeless drunk scott from Brooklyn. 

Moving closer, I saw Julietta trying to find more mail from her handbag that looks like a reject from the clearance section of the flea market. I approached the two and said;

Did I just hear you say superior? Matt, don't you go pulling ranks here like that. I know T is ecstatic about the win but this is no place to pull ranks. Doesn't mean that you can pull T's beard in private, you can pull rank any time you want to. And what do you mean by dead? The only dead thing here are the gutter skids you left at the alley. 

fuck Tony.  all my homies hate Tony.

(please don't HQ wack me.  I love you, I swear) 

Fuck you TonyTheTailor 

Nike slid across the bowling alley with 2 big balls in his hands. He smashed them both on his chest then launched them straight down the slippery lane where Tony was... 'SSSSSHHHHHHHTTTTTTRRRRIIIIIIIIIIKKKEE muvva fuckaaaaaaaaaaa' 

Nike collected 803 points 'GOURANGA'

Nike had won, quicky giving TinyTim a slap across the chops to wake him up, smashing an energy drink on his head he then got onto his hoss, riding off into the night!

That escalated quickly!