Time is getting closer and closer. Who truly wins a battle of wits and might? Will Slim, LittleSi and the rest of Detroit defeat the snowball laden misfits from across the country who are mostly within south Philadelphia?

I for one am excited to see people fight to the death throw snowballs at one another and see who truly comes out on top. I feel there will be some strong teamwork at play here.

LittleSi,  I am making my flight plans for Detroit as we speak.  

Comrades shall pay no such "stupid hat tax" as this is war.  

Comrades, make sure your bladders are full and your yellow snowballs fly true.  Pelt any cold ears that you see with reckless abandon. 

FOT THE MOTHERLAND

Come at us, I will be firing snowballs on both sides, to Slim, and to the Comrades, no one is safe.

Bring it on. I shall be leaving a particularly fragrant trail of yellow snow in my wake!

Having clattered 150 snowballs directly into the dumb mush of TonyTheTailor and also mistakenly lining up a wack attempt more than once, I can report two things; fortunately my arm is now sufficiently loose that I'm absolutely launching these bad boys, however unfortunately there has been no improvement to Tony's face despite the repeated beatings, which still looks like something I would find on the bottom of my shoe if I had danced through the urinal of the 12th Street Public Toilet, dipped it into the unflushed toilet bowl, and then put a stupid hat on top of it. Judging by his looks, that was also how BigEasy was conceived. 

Some questions remained unanswered. Will another 150 at least mask Tony's abortion of a nose? Will BigEasy ever get a girlfriend? Update to follow soon. 

I'm retreating, temporarily. I got hit with a few rock-filled snowballs and the doc says I got to sit it out for a little bit. Something about limited brain cells and not wasting the few I have left. You know I'm not a well-educated man but if the doc says so I guess I listen. Also LittleSi why are you talking about your mom that way? I mean she's your mom so whatever whatever you want to do I guess but come on man show her some respect.

Milk stumbles into the street after being pelted relentlessly by some of detroit's (un)finest and fixes his ushanka's 

We will never give up.

We will never surrender.

Comrades, we must continue to freeze out every single member of the Detroit Syndicate.

The Cold Ears need to be taught a lesson.  

Natasha looked at the all the ColdEars with their jealousy looks of frustration as the cool air continued to make their ears bleed. She knew they were all jealous and angry even as their ears were continued to be left uncovered. None of them had gone through the rigorous and notorious gulag but all of them seemed to want into this new brotherhood of comradery. As she continued to look around at the strange from Motor City, she decided to give her own input...

"As my comrade Milk as put it simply, 'The ColdEars need to be taught a lesson', this is exactly what happened. Following our comrader's leadership, TonyTheTailor took the fight to the dirtiest city in our world. What transpired shortly after is what we all know to be quantity over quality. The ColdEars of the Motor City held strong numbers, even larger than the comrades. They looked to defeat the comrades and the rest of the City of Comradery during battle but they did not win the war."

She takes a second to dodge a snowball from JoeKing who appears to be drunk and missing the majority of his throws...

"With less than 20 minutes remaining in the war, many of the ColdEars leadership in Motor City has been Brrrrred out. LittleSi and his band of dirty ColdEars are on the retreat from being tired, demoralized, and ultimately freezing ears. Please let us know when your ready to wave your dirt covered white flag and we'll accept your surrender." 

Dixxon emerges from his headquarters wearing a winter hat and scarf. Holding onto his cup of hot coffee, he tries to warm up. Dixxon motions to his bodyguard to drive him to the airport, he has some unfinished business in Detroit. Arriving at the airport, he immediately gets into a car while his bodyguard, Shane, drives him to Bricktown, Detroit.

"Listen up. We have unfinished business here. I wanted to come out here and THANK, Detroit. The snowball war was very fun. It even sent TonyTheTailor running back to PH and myself back to NY. You then chased to NY. The brutal focus you guys showed was amazing. Thank you again, for the best snowball fight I've ever been in!"

Dixxon drinks his coffee and walks over to the closest coffee shop to grab another.