The night was dark thick with smog like TheOldGuys pubic region and a stench in the air which was probably Regman’s scrotum. Rain came down hard which was a good thing because Regman was in need of a shower.

Somewhere between the former derelict HQ The Bluebelle suite and the new joint Corktown couch club, Regman lay in a bin, chewing on a cold wet cigar smelling like mouldy cabbage.

He adjusted the zipper on his patched up leather gimp mask, A yellow piss stain on his Y fronts.

“Yo, TheOldGuy are you there slag? He muttered into an open window of the Corktown couch club. In a dry raspy response; Yeah, I think I blacked out last night and why does my ass hurt”

Theoldguy, stumbled out of the back door of the Corktown couch club. Wearing a hand me down trench coat, looking like a million bags of shit. Shoes, wreaking of piss he probably stole off a tramp.

“Our snitch was right” Regman muttered “SlimeDuckPunter was up to something last night, It could have only been him. Invite him over from bricktown and this is how he treats us”

Regman and Theoldguy walked Inside the Corktown couch club, to find SlimeDuckPunter, his duck caller around his neck, hair so greasy you could fry a bag of chips, amped up from a big party last night with the boys. He could hear RegMan and Theoldguy talking shit about him in the alleyway.

“Shut the fuck up Regman, Get over here you pair of dickheads”

Talking of dick heads, Suddenly, out of nowhere the door swung open and in sauntered…LilBuddyfapfap!

The man sharply dressed in a double breasted suit of fine Italian silk, gloves so clean you needed to cover your eyes , A pocket watch swinging from his pocket like a big pair of bollocks. Behind him two of his working girls announce his arrival, showing him for what he was: a Pimp and a pompous prick. 

“Gentleman” he said, voice smoother than the interior of a Rolls Royce Phantom. "I see you cockroaches are still here”

RegMan sighed and turned to TheOldGuy so fast he cricked his neck.

“For fucks sake fap faps back, where did you go last night? Polishing your genitals again?”

“Correction Reginald, These two fine ladies ‘polished them’ if you must know and keep your foul breath away from me, you’re spitting on the silk"

SlimeDuckPunter interrupted and he had enough of this corktown losers meeting.

“FAP FAP i’ll slap that pencil dick moustache off your face, what are you all doing here, what do you lazy idiots want with me”

Regman adjusted his piss stained Y fronts

“Slime, we want answers” groaned Regman “Answers to what” yelled Slime 

“We know you ate the last sausage roll at last nights buffet, you’ve took the piss, bastard. Next time you come to corktown bring a trifle or something you cunt”

Slime accepting his guilt with a look of total embarrassment on his face and a bit of puff pstry from the sausage roll, made a hasty retreat back to Bricktown with the shame, a shame he will take to his grave.

RegMan, satisfied with solving the mystery of the missing sausage roll, helped by his two associates. TheOldGuy who had fell asleep during the whole debacle and LilBuddyfapfap admiring himself in the mirror. 

Going back to his bin to dream about what crimes he and the boys can  solve in the future, here in loserville Corktown Detroit.