Pepsi is bad for you I prefer the sparkling prosecco with a few summer strawberries. Pour it all over me for the sun is shiiiiiining and today is a beautiful day. We should all be friends

I mean while that would've been cool to see... I did not expect Bjayjay to go out shooting. He had to behave because of Flowah and her friends in NY, and elsewhere. Even if those friends put Bjayjay in harm's way. 

Retiring because of a hitlist or whatever is lame, even if there may or may not have been other things going on. Pity. Should've stuck it out, unless he was that afraid of actually getting shot by someone, in which case... as many have said, he should've let a friend or someone get the money. That's at least a bit less lame, but still lame exit. 

There has been no attempt at a take over. Only like cutting off limbs and watching the struggle of them to regrow. Squirm. 

Spikey, or whatever name you're currently going by now, did something happen to you?

There you go asking the same old loaded questions and bigging yourself up, calling it a service. How depressingly sad. That said, I genuinely don't know, and I couldn't give a fuck about the answer to any of them.

I'm not upset. The only reason I choose to reply to you is because I despise abusive bullies, which by your own admission, you either genuinely are or at the very least choose to act like one. Either makes very little difference to me because both are equally disgusting.

As for your little offer, it's almost been three days and, in case it wasn't obvious, I had absolutely no intention of attending and I never will because I refuse to willingly spend time in the same room as someone who proudly behaves the way you do.

The questions "Was Buu not a rogue? Is Aizen not inactive? Is Carlo not a falure? Did Remus shoot things and WS catch? Did Bjorn not suicide in a pitiful way?"

I can repeat them again... Those are rhetorical. They are fact, and not seeking answers. 

But I can ask this again: Why did Tangerine kill MajorAnkleBiter? Can you answer that Matty? A lot of people want to know why Bjorn got all the heat. My read on the situation, which I know you deeply care about, is that he was used and abused (and took a coward's way out). He got to kill Melis on a whim (with less than a whimper back, because NY didn't care at all), and then he had to pay it back by letting Ankle go bye bye, which caused him to be targeted on the hitlist. i.e. shit end of the stick. 

Why did Tangerine kill MajorAnkleBiter?

If you think calling people out on shit is bullying or abuse on here, then you haven't really experienced much. These are the streets. The hard streets. Toughen up, buttercup. 

While you may be white-knighting for whoever you're white-knighting for, I am gold-knighting (Golden-God) for truth, and betterment! Amelioration, Matty. Amelioration!

It is better that someone is saying "something" than nothing at all. It's already boring enough as it is. Have you seen how Santa slipped up on his activity in the coffee shops? The world is ending. The children's wishes are not going to be honored for Christmas. 

Too many people can't speak freely here for fear of death. I can, and if you think my words aren't representative of a good portion of the population, you'd be mistaken. You've got to hide your love away. 

Since I offered, someone pre-paid several sessions for you. They are there when you need them. I don't judge you much. For now, I just think you're green. Just cuz they're your friends, doesn't mean they're always right or know the truth themselves. I'll forgive you. 

It is better when people are saying something. I also don't have an issue with anyone casting the rune bones and trying to create discourse around it. Even when they are wrong, the act will usually bring people out to correct them and then we've just created a unique interaction which are what help to keep things interesting. 

There is no evidence that speaking freely will get you killed. There is evidence that being rude to people stronger than you will get you killed, but none that shows you can't proffer an opinion reasonably. 

Notice how every time someone calls out your behaviour, you immediately try to change the subject back to Bjorn, AnkleBiter, New York, hitlists or whatever rumour you're currently clinging to.

What I also find amusing is that you never actually deny anything I say about you. Every time I've criticised your behaviour, you've only reinforced my point. You also keep pretending that what you're doing is simply "calling people out." It isn't. Calling someone out usually involves facts, evidence and accountability.

What you do is take rumours however factual they may or may not be, sprinkle in some "my read on the situation" then spend a ridiculous amount of time trying to provoke reactions from the same handful of people. Those two things aren't remotely the same, fortunately for you, I don't mind engaging when it benefits me, even if that means being "provoked" by the likes of you.

Then there's this latest gem:
"If you think my words aren't representative of a good portion of the population, you'd be mistaken."

That's quite the statement to make on behalf of "a good portion of the population." Oddly enough, none of them seem to have appeared to agree with you. Instead, we're just expected to take your word for it that this silent majority exists and your explanation is that they're all too scared to speak because they'll be killed. Really?

People argue on these streets every single day. I don't see people being wiped out simply for expressing an opinion, and neither do your ancestors. If speaking your mind automatically got you killed, your bloodline would've disappeared a long time ago. It sounds far more believable that most people simply don't share your obsession and those who don't reply have already decided you're not worth the effort.

And despite all your talk about everyone secretly agreeing with you, the only person who seems incapable of letting any of this go is you. Bjorn retired. The world moved on, Buu, Aizen, Carlo, Remus have all moved on and some point you really should ask yourself why you're so desperate to seek the attention of people you claim to look down on.

I feel fairly confident in saying that I am comfortable enough to speak freely in the streets. Mind you that might be because the threat of death has never held much power or been able to control my line in any way. So maybe that has something to do with it. 

I hate when I have to come out here and agree with something Spike says. Like I really hate it and it seems I am forced to do so because of Matty. 

What do I agree with Spike on? Bjorn shot Nivora without so much of a ripple. At least I can agree that is how it seems like. Whether it be true or not may be another matter. However, Bjorn is dead now so my line can move onto something else. There is no extending grudge to their next of kin from my line. Once dead, it's done. 

The rest of the claims? I do not know. I have money to make. Good day. 

I cant believe were still entertaining the ideas of some random unemployed civilian/gangster.

This fella shouting these random oddities reminds me of the other fella down the street telling us to repent that the end is near. I think it best we leave the mentally inept alone.

But since im here anyone fancy a trip to go see some skin at a local speakeasy?

Archy finished the last pull of his cigarette, letting the smoke roll slow from his lips before flicking the butt into the gutter. He had put a few steps between himself and the crowd, enough to hear the city breathe again—car horns, heels on pavement, some dame laughing too loud down the block. He stopped at the corner beneath a tired street lamppost and glanced toward the road, figuring he’d hail a cab and make it to the airport early. Maybe sit in the cafeteria with a cup of tea, let the minutes crawl by till his flight was called.

Then his hand brushed his pocket.

Archy paused... His fingers dipped inside his coat, then the other pocket, then back again. His expression shifted for half a second—not fear, not panic, just that quiet little look a man gets when the numbers in his head stop adding up.

He pulled out the cash and counted it under the sickly yellow light lamppost.... Fifteen grand short.

“Sydney, you slippery little fox.”

He tucked the remaining money back into his pockets and shook his head, grinning to himself as the memory of the last time Sydney had tried something cute crossed his mind. She’d walked in smiling, thinking she would get away as usual without being noticed. However, Archy had caught up with her, turned the game around, and walked away with a far bigger chunk of her money than she’d ever managed to lift from him.

Archy straightened his coat  as a taxi started rolling closer, its headlights cutting through the evening haze. The driver noticed Archy and pulled up the cab beside him.

Archy opened the taxi door and gave the city one last look before climbing in.. "Airport" he told the driver, settling into the seat with a crooked grin. “And don’t take a long route. I’ve already had enough entertainment for tonight". The driver nodded with a "Yes, sir!" and the cab rolled away from the curb, disappearing into the glow of the avenue.