It was Christmas Eve over The City Of Angels. A long time ago, in this city once ruled via slanties a mighty bloodline. He was banished from here to the frozen wastes known as Canadia. Rumor had it that this Festivus ol' Kris Kringle had an extra special surprise for the lovely mobsters of America.

He would return the infamous flying menace, The keeper of the Keypunch, The Sultan Of Los Angeles Swing,'s kin back to society. Unleashing pure evil.

A package soon sails from the sky, a red trail echoing in the distance. As the package nears the ground, Vincent Volaju: Sole survivor of the frozen wastes and keeper of the bloodline. Emerges from the box. Drenched in eggnog and shame. (It was a long ride from the north pole.)

He lands elegantly on a soap box. The crowd gathering in front of him.

"Daddy's home...."

Hopping down he begins to pass around a hat. "I know what you may all be thinking...what on earth is this monstrosity doing back. The blood that flows through me has been considered tainted. Something worthy of being destroyed."

Collecting money from the hat Vincent passes it along further, to the other side of the crowd.

"Many of you have prayed for a return of my blood. Your prays have been answered. Now the choice is yours. My flesh is here, will you protect it and shoot some money in the hat? Or will you just shoot me? The choice is yours good public."

BrandyDecima has a tear in her eye after witnessing the Christmas miracle.

Thank you, Santa. VincentVolaju is all I wanted for Christmas.

She mutters under her breath as she runs frantically through the streets dropping off cookies on the doorsteps of those she likes..

I knew I should have been a good girl this year.. This is a worse gift than a lump of coal or flaming bag of alpaca poop.

While in LA she notices the little bugger on a street corner begging like the hobo erectus he is..

You're not getting anything from me.. Other than a warning.. If I so much as hear of you being bad I will never, ever acknowledge your existence again my dear..

She looks down her nose and continues speaking..

I'm making a list, I'll be checking it twice.. Next year you damn well better have been nice.

She smiles sweetly and drops a cookie into Vincent's hat.

I'll be watching you...

She turns and continues on her way throughout the streets of this lovely thing of ours yelling out in between sips from her trusty flask... of coffee.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Frank takes his usual flight to LA and upon arriving and exiting the plane he smelled a whiff of a strong odor. The type of odor you get when you mix tuna, egg nog, and mayo then let it sit in a room humid and 90degrees. No, this smell was familiar, taking in a deep sniff and fighting the urge to gag he made his way towards it.

This smell was bad news, a bad omen for things to come, a clear indication that It had finally returned. Nearing what seemed like the source of the stench, Frank sees the familiar face and the trademark eyebrow. Yes indeed the time was here.

Standing before the Vincent, he smiles. He had missed his comrade and It's return was much anticipated. With a quick glance up and down at the creature he considered a friend, he held out his hand and shook Vincent's.

Welcome back, you bastard, I've missed you. It's good to see you back.

Walking down the street of LA KHAOS runs into a short lil elf passing out cookies and yelling out "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" The odor of alcohol can be smelt out from a good distance and her words sluring he cant help but laugh and take her cookie and continue down his merry lil way... munching on the cookie he comes across a hobo preaching about a long return from the north pole, foul eggnog and his piss soaked troussers wreck havoc in ones nose he listens to his rant spitting out the rest of the cookie wich now taste like shit due to the horrible smell coming from this man he fishes out a nickle and flicks it into the hat and scuttles off to the other side of the street to tend to some business.

Mudkip had been in Las Angeles on business and decided to get the views and sights of the local places when he sees something he wishes he could forget

'You.. You're back?! Damn frenchie.. Jokes, welcome back Vincent ,let's hope you stay for a while more man.'

Mudkip then procedes to push down Vincent all while laughing at his french attitude and then he casually runs away into the business district

Well, this'll be interesting eh? "Trouble" with a capital eyebrow, and yet a "pure" quality, save for the alpaca conquests at petting zoos... 

Hopefully, someone decides to toss you some cash. "I'm broke as fuck and don't get paid until the first of this next month..."

Behave. 

Well, I can personally say you do have the knowledge on how not to be a dumbass, and you have been given the resources, and tools, and cash, and pretty much everything you need to not be a dumbass.

So, lets not be a dumbass, k? You cant help it that your french, but that shouldnt be too bad against ya ./