There is an idea in LA, one tied together by one true ideal, one true thing. 

Not cash, not guns, and not even the ever-loving embrace of Dean. 

It is of the flesh, of the unique sense of euphoria. 

It is-

"I can't say this."

Well, that took him out of it as James stood there, arms folded and eyes narrowed. 

"Why not? It's perfectly acceptable, and it gives the city, you know, pzazz!" 

He stared at his now former boss turned to the supreme Godmother of Hollywood, that old Godfather who'd taken the title from their dearest Optimus. 

"It screams, 'I'm a child who still loves oreos." She glared at him from across the desk when he shrugged his shoulders, slowly biting down on another oreo. 

"And yet here we are, ready to discuss the importance of a euphoric state of mind. Wash away your inhibitions and all that good stuff." James did a little jazz hands when she just shook her head, tossing him the keys. 

"Just go." She muttered, almost pushing her head back into the buttload of paperwork that would have come when James took his chair in the district in the next few moments. 

James took a few steps back, his eyes looking to the side as he shrugged his shoulders and just sighed, once. "I'm going to miss you, Mads. It's been fun, being in this state, but it's time for this place, nay, this city, fuck that! This STATE! Learnt about Oppai!"

Maddy chuckled, but she just rolled her eyes, waving her hand in a shooing motion. "Alright, now go, make me proud, wolfie."

And with those words, the Oppai State came to fruition, and it'd be completely...glorious!