After a long night of boozing, snorting coke, and enjoying the occasional joint to spice things up a bit, Dick stumbles down the cobblestone path leading to a Podium that apparently was placed randomly in the city square. Taking his sunshades off to rub his dry eyes Dick grabs the side of the podium to help hold himself up before addressing whoever is there to listen. As he goes to speak he see's FatTony flirting with the local entertainment in front of the bakery. 

"Excuse me Tony could you leave the lady alone for 5 minutes? I just saw you in the alley with MarlaSinger. Let it take a break eh?" 

FatTony looks confused as he waves the lady away and heads toward the podium. He wasn't confused because he was called out, no, he knows Dick and his mouth. He's well aware that no one takes anything Dick says seriously. He was confused because who Dick saw in the alley was not FatTony at all, it was really Natasha showing FarmerBoy44 how to properly wrangle cattle, at least that's what it resembled. What really was going on we may never know. We may not WANT to know. Who's we? Wait why am I inner dialoging while third person point of viewing? What is life really?

"Hello my lovelies! My ancestor use to tell me stories about this place before he met his demise. I must say, it's not quite as perky as he made it out to seem. I mean granted don't get me wrong. The woman have been awesome, the booze is great, knocking over these liquor stores has been rewarding but it seems kind of, how can I say it without offending anyone. It's kind of like visiting the red light district with no money. The excitement is right there but your stuck looking at it from behind the glass." 

DarwinRoss leans over and whispers too Father_OMalley, "What the fuck is this guy talking about?"

"His grandfather was the same way, he will eventually shut up," OMalley states while shaking his head.

"The point I'm trying to make," Dick continues, "is that the streets seem less fulfilling in comparison to the rumors I was told. Maybe because it's hard to consistently come up with new events or ideas to entertain the masses. I get that, kind of makes sense, I get tired of my ladies after about the third session. Really they get tired of Dick but I digress, back to it, I want to do something to spruce things up a bit. I want to give some money away. It's rather simple, I want to see who attends these gatherings. My last appearance in the streets I made intentional mistakes in my appearance. The first Mafioso to tell everyone what that mistake was, and what Hush was wearing on that day then you get a cool one million. For everyone who gets it correctly after will be put into a raffle for a chance at five hundred thousand."

"Imagine what you can do with that kind of money, and its just for making an appearance. Ellie_ you could get that banana hammock speedo for TomJoad that you were talking about. Flappy you can get those antibiotics you said you were needing after that night out in Vegas. I mean that is self care, what's better than that? Show yourself you give a damn, do something for you! Korra, you could even get that Rose you were wanting, although I prefer Carnations. They fill the room more."

Dick jumps down off the podium, shuffles over too Flappy, "Hey, I really appreciate you taking the fall for me on that one, but if you know where I can find some antibiotics let me know. I don't know what or who I did but it's been burning like hell when I pee."

((OOC: It's rather simple, I'm just having some fun and encouraging engagement, the first person to guess correctly a mistake I made more than twice in my last outing at the Pajama party, and state what Hush was wearing, will win 1,000,000. Everyone else who guesses correctly beyond that will be put in a drawing for 500,000. Drawing will happen between 16-18 hours from now. Good luck!))

Megan jumps up the stage and answers the questions calmly.

”Obviously, you pronounced your own familyname wrong, as it aint the Rancer crew.

Hush appeared in a giant Banana suit, as we all saw.“

Hey Dick, Flappy was left for dead. As Flappy would say, "Blah blah blah." So that would be one mistake calling out the dead. Now lucky for you I know everything there is to know about good old Flappy. I can tell you this much buddy. It's just like Flappy to take a fall but I don't see a Dick in the diary. Of course there are dicks but not a man named Dick.  So that would be mistake number two.

I know LV is a city Flappy enjoyed frequenting. But the STD going around is coming out of LA. That would be mistake number three. I'll spare you of mistakes four and five. You seem like a fun sort of guy. 

Richard notices Megan calmly answering at the podium while he munches on a Cannoli. After his last bite he stands up and applauds. 

"Well aren't you the quick one? Obviously, I couldn't tell you whether you are correct at this very moment, but I do want to thank you for participating. Fingers crossed for you mam!!!"

He stops and glances at the crowd, noticing most are mum and stuck staring at an imaginary wall. Eye's opened, just glazed as if they were trapped inside a burning marijuana grow house. 

"Remember you zombies lurking in the cities, if you think you know the answer or even agree with Megan, please share. If you happen to be the first to get the correct answer you win one million. If you agree with Megan, and if she is correct you get placed into a lottery to win five hundred thousand. Look deep, the answer lies somewhere. Not too deep though, you may get lost."

Stepping down off the podium Richard waves at the stiff crowd, who still stood staring into space. Behind the crowd he noticed Donnie feeding a monkey cake he stole from EdwinBarlow's bakery, "Fluffy Delight"

"Hey buddy, instead of stealing cake and feeding it primates why don't you try to get a piece of Dick's load?"

"These streets get crazier by the year I swear," Dick mumbles as he steps into the shadows until it's time to show his face again. 

After the dust settled and all the zombies returned to their dwellings, Rich walks to the bank and sets up a wire transfer to Megan. 

"Being she got them correct so quickly, let's surprise her with a bit more."

Rich is handed a receipt form the teller reading "Your accountant makes note that $2,000,000 has been wired to Megan"

"Ya know fuck it, Floppy made an effort, and that's all this was about."

After completing another transfer the second receipt read similar "Your accountant makes note that $500,000 has been wired to Floppy"

After a day of hard working in her shop, Fresh Cuts by Meg in Queens, New York, Megan comes home only to find a note from

her accountant: Your accountant has received payment of $2,000,000 from RichardWad. he note "Thanks for you participation!!!" was included.
 

Megan searches for Dick on the streets and when she sees him she thanks him for being generous, a treat thats not easy to find anymore these days.