It was never any secret that PJ was a lazy scouse bastard. The whole world knew it in fact. The only way he would get off his arse is if a shiny hubcap caught his eye, if there was a bin that hadn't been dipped or the smell of his favorite MidnightQueen's bacon extravagansars! Today it was the rumour of a god like hubcap parked outside the City Hall building that had caught his eye.

On his stroll down the LV streets PJ was way to used to the daily goings on of his city. He would turn one corner to see Slash pretending to play the guitar with a broom stick while Merida frantically tried to get him in his straight jacket and take him back to the Las Vegas Mental Home. Another corner would lead him to WhereWasI fencing with 3 monkeys while Bleddyn was lion taming iocaste. Mudkip could be seen down the street sprouting some some shit about a future Japanese creation taking over the world. I still to this day don't know what a 'Poke your mum' is. MidnightQueen was busy throwing cookies at people from our bedroom window at Fort Izzel. Michellotto and Faceman could be seen masterbating in the corner to Finance Weekly while HumptyDumpty and G_Man were often seen having thumb wars. PJ could go on and on and on with describing the daily happenings but before he knew it he had reached city hall.

Parking his arse on a bench across the street he waits patiently and then nods off only wakening to the sound StillNotTeQ and Sgt_Baker giggling like little school girls smoking their own stash. Jolting awake he spots a sparkle in the corner of his eyes. It definitely couldn't be mistaken, that Squishy sure travelled in style. It's to bad that the style was about to lose a notch... or four. Waiting for Squishy to enter city hall PJ plans his moment well. He looks down as Squishy steps out of the car ensuring that he isn't noticed.

The moment comes. After waiting patiently to ensure that Squishy would be staying in the building for a while he makes his move. He didn't really need to conceal himself being in Las Vegas. Everyone knew by now to leave PJ alone when something shiny gets in his way. Especially a hub cap. Whistling and skipping he made his way to the car, kneeling down at each wheel and removing the hubcaps with in seconds. Reaching for the fourth and final piece PJ feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning around in anger he is taken aback by a bright light. After his eyes re-adjust to what was before him he quickly recognises the facial features of Squishy. The one man in his city who held more power than him.

The next thing PJ remembers was waking up in a bright white room. A table lay in front of him and Squishy at the opposite side. Wondering what lay ahead of him and knowing that this man could have him killed regardless of his status with the click of his fingers (pun intended) PJ was visibly worried but remained calm.

"What is it Squishy... What have I done this time? Did I forget to enter my pin when knocking over the local post office again? I'm sorry..."

Squishy replies

"I have a proposition for you PJ. You're a lazy bastard who should have gone further in our world. You should have at least now taken total control of the city. I'm here to give you a kick up the backside. A bet if you will. I retrieved 3 of my four hubcaps from you. The other one I am not entirely sure how or what you have done with it. You are skilled in the way of the scouse. I will give you that but it's just a shame you don't put the same dedication on taking over this city properly. So... PJ... If you lose this bet you shall return my hubcap to me in prestine condition. I am giving you until the 1st of July to achieve total control of this city. For you to be addressed as Godfather PoisonousJelly. Now, I am a fair man or at least I like to think I am. So if you succeed not only shall you be Godfather PoisonousJelly but I shall also trick those idiots over in Delaware in to thinking that the rest of the mafia controlled cities are weak and un-able to defend themselves. They shall send 1000 men and women to your shores where they will un-knowingly become easy targets. Incredibly easy for your city and others to train their sights on. Does this sound fair?"

PJ ponders for a minute but can not make up his mind

"Squishy... This does indeed sound like a very tempting offer and I am intrigued but come on man... did you see that hubcap? Even one is worthles... I mean priceless. I plan on putting it on my bedroom cieling. I will get back to you."

A short while later PJ found himself on a flight to Philly. There was an old friend there that he had wanted to talk the matter over with. DeadlySin. Apon walking to the HQ of DeadlySin he hears a familiar sound. The sound of a loud customised war siren screamed through the air. Smirking at the thought of DeadlySin's hubcap alarm he skipped a long to the entrance where he was greeted by DeadlySin's open embrace.

They talked for a good few hours about what it was like and what it meant to become Godfather(twice, bastard.). PJ got some great insight in to this but still hadn't made up his mind. Another flight and another destination took PJ to New York where the party was still in full swing. The normal community didn't know what was happening but didn't complain. Speakeasy's were open all over town and all police had been bribed to turn a blind eye. PJ then realised he didn't need a word with Marston or his advice. He knew this is what he wanted. He had one more stop to make and one more person to visit. Landing in Detroit PJ quickly smacked himself on the forehead and muttered to himself..."Oh yeah, they all died." He sighs.

After a long and uneventful flight back to Vegas PJ finds himself knocking on the City Hall doors in search of Squishy. He wasn't hard to find. It's like he knows and can hear every word that is said.

"Squishy, I have dedided. I shall take you up on this bet. I just hope you are prepared to lose."

PJ extends his hand as Squishy embraces it and smiles.

"Good luck you slow lazy scouse bastard. I shall look forward to recieving my hubcap."

After cleaning himself up from his "browsing" of finance weekly Michelotto hears about this offer that has been proposed to PJ. He thinks to himself "god, if this doesn't get him to Godfather then nothing will".

Boss, I sincerely hope you can make it to godfather in the next 5 days, I think I speak for all of us when we say we're sick of waiting. Not only that I've got an itchy finger that I just can't scratch. 

He pats PJ on the back and slips an envelope into his pocket.

Hopefully that'll help you a bit.

You'll manage. Just keep stacking those hubcaps and such. :P

If you lose, your scum queen should deny you no no fun time for a week, and your hands should be taped together, without a bottle of vodka. 

Mudkip strolls along the street making odd sounds and noises that no one can seem to understand.

'Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudkip mud!

OOC : Hurry and get GF Jono >:)

Manius stepped to the side of the street where Mister Poisonous Jelly was ambling along in a lazy old fashion. Manius plucked a cowboy killer from his shiny gold pack and decided to have a few words with the Las Vegas Don. As he struck a match the red ember at the end of the cancer stick began to ignite, Manius inhaled and a blue fog entered his lungs. As he exhaled he stepped up to the corner and placed his hand on the Don's shoulder.

Poisonous Jelly, I am glad you have taken this opportunity to achieve greatness in our world. Many have tried, but only a few are chosen for the big time. The big lights, and the diamond hub caps. Thats right, you heard me, DIAMOND hub caps. They spin, they shine, they do every thing on time. Nice shiny, diamond hub caps.

Manius sat for a moment to let the meaning of his words sink into the old Don's head. He smiled to himself, and knew that diamond hub caps of all things would get him motivated. But ahh, was motivation enough?

Your bloodline has been around these streets for some time my man. So long in fact that it out dates all but a few. However, your line has never achieved what you about to. Be proud of that fact, and enjoy this momentous occasion. Enjoy the champagne, the women, and most of all relish in the moment as your city celebrates the outstanding achievement that you are about to embark on.

Manius flicked his cowboy killer to the edge of the street and smiled. Plucking another from his pack he pressed it to his lips and finished his thoughts.

There is quite a few jails to be had here and there... perhaps you should visit them a bit eh? A local bar never hurt an old timer like yourself either. I even have a watering hole in New York, where you would be more than welcome.

Manius inhaled another drag and let the blue fog sift upwards towards his nostrils. He liked the old Don and wanted to see him to do well. More importantly, he respected him.

Manius reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask, he offered the old Don a taste before taking some for himself. Ahh cognac, a man's best friend indeed.

Feeling the hand of an old friend press against his shoulder, PJ turns around to see Manius. After listening to him with wide eyes, open ears and gob smacked he can't help but begin to shake in excitement until he pees his pants. Taking out a cigarette he bums a light from Manius and picks his jaw up off the floor.


Manius... is it true... really? A DIAMOND HUBCAP?! But really?! It can't be better than that of Squishy's auto mobile? Take a look over there. There are only three, I have the other one hidden until I win this bet. Surely... they can't be better than that!

PJ starts to day dream while his pants drip

Cassiopeia was walking down the street, headed to get a bite for lunch, minding her own business when she heard a man speaking. She stopped and listened in as the man spoke of a deal he had made. This caught her attention, she saw men making deals all the time, they interested her. Power for power, respect for respect, position for position. She considered deals to be the spice in an otherwise tasteless world.

As she listened to him speak, her ears perked up at what she was hearing. Was it true?? Could the gods be making this sort of deal? Sending those nasty, mean, gun toting Durdens into our mist, all for a man achieving a rank?? Cassiopeia couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.

PJ, I wish you much success in your efforts to reach this rank! Mostly for selfish reasons, I'm sure that you can imagine. But also to see you gain the honor and pride that you will have in achieving this. Good luck to you!

DavidR wasn't one to make a lot of comments in the streets. He had decided not to follow his forefathers' footsteps and he would shy away from debates or topics brought up by lazy people. This, however, was a very safe place to add his thoughts. It was a good thing that things were stabilizing and powerful mobsters were reaching the ranks of Godfather. Being the popular guy that he ways, the whole criminal world was behind him waiting anxiously for him to reach the ultimate rank. Meh... he probably had a few haters, but who doesn't? Any man worth their salt will have a few haters here and there. You don't become powerful without stepping on a few toes and sometimes even a few heads.

Very impressive move to see you taking on this bet. I am grateful that you would take a bet that benefits us all and not just yourself. All you are doing is rushing something that belongs to you already and you put a treasure on the line for a payout that benefits us all and not just yourself. Thank you and good luck.

Sao stands idly by while speeches were being made. He looked at his friend, the soon to be Godfather if Las Vegas. He was proud that his friend was working so hard for his accomplishment.

Jelly...our families have known each other for a while now. I've always expected great things out of you. They never came true of course..,I'm only kidding. You're working hard to give your city what it deserves, and what you deserve. It'll be good to see you in the big house wearing that Godfather suit. Behind all the jokes, you know I'm rooting for you.

Technical heard word of the bet between PoisonousJelly and Squishy. He packed a few things for his trip to Las Vegas to give his support for the dedication that PoisonousJelly was putting forth. Taking necessities like a hairbrush and a book on how to keep the monkeys out. Knowing the book was total rubbish and would not help him against the monkeys of Las Vegas. Talented little creatures that strike at the most unexpected time. He took the airplane to Las Vegas and rented a car telling the dealer to keep the hubcaps he wasn't going to need them anyways. Technical sat in the car feeling the steering wheel and turned the car on. Driving off to the man of the hour. Upon the arrival he saw PoisonousJelly doing his business, literally on the side of the wall. He approached him cautiously.

Hey man. I heard you had a bet with...

PoisonousJelly slowly turned around a bit confused. Technical quickly looked the opposite way and felt the warm sensation of piss running down his pants. Trying his very hardest to keep his composure while the smell of vodka pee, he waited for the man to zip his pants. Then faced PoisonousJelly once again.

With Squishy and I wish you the best of luck on taking on the Godfather. I hope our next encounter that I choose a better moment to converse. But seriously I know you have it in you. Just keep pushing that body and you will be Godfather in no time at all.

Technical started to walk off with disguist on his face trying to walk very slowly but the pee kept touching him every move he made. Getting back in the car and driving off to a store to buy a new pair of pants.