Just kidding.  I didn't even notice the forgettable scumbag was dead.

Let's discuss his impact, or complete lack of it, here.

Will be remembered for anything except killing ArmieHammer?

Archy was walking down the street when he noticed Anton ranting again.

At least we know Monarch, who the fuck is ArmieHammer?

Archy, of the world famous Kuku lineage.  Who are you?  Nobody.  A fucking NOBODY.

Archy chuckled at the pathetic attempt to shame him and shook his head.

I am not sure if you're blind or just stupid. I run a family in Downtown Los Angeles with the blessing of the late Godfather-Chairman BuddyBigPaw. You, on the other hand, appear to be a nobody standing in the street shouting "nobody" at strangers and talking about other people’s legacies while begging for a chance for auth.

Archy shrugged.

As for me and my bloodline, your familiarity with it is irrelevant. My ancestors have graced these shores for nearly twenty years and earned the respect of those who mattered. The fact that you haven't heard of them tells me enough about your qualifications as a historian.

Tussy watched the heated exchange from the comfort of a chair in a coffee house. He couldn't hear what was being said, but had a pretty decent idea of the situation. Naturally, if things escalated, he would enter the fray to support his boss come hell or high-water, however he knew Archy was more than capable of handling all things himself. 

After another sip of his coffee he smiled, then turned back to reading the newspaper. This week's edition had a very thick obituary section, and he needed to stay up to date with current events. 

Can anyone tell me why I, of all people, should have heard of Archy?  What am I missing?  He's like Monarch, but almost worse.

Being unknown to people who don't matter has never impacted my reputation in the slightest. As I said before, the people worth knowing already know my name. The fact that you don't, is hardly the insult you believe it to be.

Archy, son, this whole thing is wondering why you're pretending not to understand why someone of my stature is simply politely asking who you are.  It’s not, like, a hard question.

What are you known for?  Do you know anything about LostBoy?  Have you read Systematic Immolation of Thought?  Did you know how tough Honesty is?

The basics, son.

What stature exactly do you have? I fail to see any stature for an associate like you. It's already clear from my name who I am, it isn't my fault you are blind and/or stupid.

Also Son? That is a strange way to address a Don from the comfort of a Goomba's chair. By the time you arrived on these shores, I was already building a name for myself in Los Angeles. Today, I lead The House of Scarab while you are still introducing yourself by mentioning a nomination you received once upon a time. 

Either way, you've spent an impressive amount of time trying to discover who I am when you could have simply used the search tools provided by the gods instead of following people around in every corner of the streets asking about me. I assure you, the mystery means far more to you than it does to me.