Teofilo looked down at himself, disgraced with what he saw. Still wearing the same old battered suit he'd bought when he first came to America. It was a shambles, an embarrassment, a disgrace. He took out his wallet and flicked through the bills inside it, he could just about afford a new suit from the tailor shop down the street, so he made his way down there.

As he walked inside, the tailor greeted him with a smile, and waved him through to the back to take his measurements. Teofilo followed, and got himself measured up.

"Give me two days, I make you very good suit!" The tailor said to Teofilo.

Teofilo nodded in return, and left the shop.

Two days later, Teofilo returned, walking up to the front counter, the tailor immediately recognised him, and bought him through to the back again, handing him a suit to try on. Teofilo took it, put it on, and stood infront of the mirror, looking himself up and down.

"This is some shit." He thought to himself.

Teofilo grimaced, and turned to the tailor.

"Is this all you have? In two days!?"

The tailor nodded sadly, and Teofilo shook his head. He got changed back into his old suit and gave the new one back to the tailor.

"It's no good, I will seek a better suit elsewhere."

Teofilo walked out of the shop, with no where in mind where he could possibly go. Then it hit him, the good people of these streets must know a good tailor, and be able to make him a suit.

He pulled up a soapbox and got on top.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to give you all the opportunity to make some real money today. You see, I'm in need of a new suit, and I'm willing to pay top dollar for it. I have already had my measurements taken, and this is what I require.

"It must contain my name, 'Teofilo Nicolosi', on the suit. It must also contain the name of my family, 'Corrupt Agents'. The rest, is up to you. You can do whatever you want to it, just make me look good, damn it!

"You may present any number of suits to me, and there is no limit on how many people may submit suits. I will be accepting entries from right now, until Jun 07 23:59."

Teofilo began to step down.

"Oh, I almost forgot, the prize, the reward. I will be giving the winning suit $2,500,000.

"Please submit entries to my own personal mailbox, and make the subject of the mail, 'Your new suit'. To be eligible for the prize, you must also declare yourself a part of the 'competition' in this street speech. I don't care how you do it, just make it known here that you are taking part.

"I look forward to seeing the talent this world has to offer."

Teofilo tipped his hat to the crowd, and stepped down off the soapbox, making his way back home, awaiting the first submission.

The old man looked at the young whippersnapper

After I shipped my pants, I had a suit sent to your address.

Teofilo looks at the suit that IShippedMyPants had sent him.

"Not bad, not bad at all. We need a few more entries before I consider this a proper competition though! Remember guys, 2.5mill up for grabs for the winner!"

Skips around La LA LAAA

Come on, I know you guys think he's pretty as f... as it is, but a Teofilo needs clothes too!... I think.  

TokyoZombi looks up from the arm she had been munching on. She thinks about all the suits laying around her apartment from her meals. Surely one would look right on this man. She started back towards home, optimistic towards the task at hand.

The deadline for entries has been moved to Jun 14th 23:59.

Kratos shows up with a measuring tape in his hand. He takes all of Teofilo's measurements, nearly strangling him with the tape in the process. He beams at him. Teofilo looks flushed.

I'll see what I can do, Mr.Nicolosi.  If you have any specifications, please let me know. I'll have the suit sent to you soon.

It's been quite a while since I've crafted a suit.  It is an art that has been handed down through the generations of my family, but I have not been near the equipment in quite some time.  Alas, I feel it is time to put these hands to use again.  Step on up and I'll take your measurements.

After a few minutes of measuring, pinning, and moving the drab suit TeofiloNicolosi is wearing anima is happy with what he's got.

Well, it may take me a few hours, but I think we'll have something just great for you.

After a few hours anima arrives and hands the suit to TeofiloNicolosi 

I do hope you enjoy.

Travis notices the nice young mafioso looking for a suit and heard his plea.

I believe I have just the right suit for you sir.  Let me know how you like it.

Travis hands him his suite and hopes it's to his liking.

Jaden walked up to Teofilo and handed him his newly made suit. It wasn't the best in Jaden's eyes but he was new to this sort of thing and what did they really expect from someone fresh of like the boat like he was. Who knows? If he won this little contest, it would help his new career choice start of correctly. 

" Here it is sir. I hope you like it. Try it on when you get a chance."

Otis places an edgey looking suit on the table, bows his head nervously and takes a few steps backwards.

Alcatraz was messing about in his late father's house, when he sees two new suits all wrapped up. He picks them up and turns them over to find a label attached to it. It read: "To Mr. Teofilo Nicolosi". He goes over to the address and inquires for Mr. Nicolosi. A not too shabbily dressed man appears from the living room. He must be an important man, Alcatraz thinks, as he hands the package over to Mr. Nicolosi.

I found this at my father's place. It had your name and address on it. Hence I brought it to you.

While walking down the road, Corky overhears a man talking in the streets asking for people to make him a suit.  She knows she has no experience in suit making, but decides the reward is too much to not try.  So she copies down the man's measurements and after a few days she returns to find the man and hands him the two suits she managed to piece together.

"Here you are sir.  I hope you find these suits to your liking." The young gangster says to man as she hands over the suits.

Jaden waits patiently to find out who won this contest. He ended up turning in 3 different style of suits into TeofiloNicolosi. Hopefully, one of his suits won the contest. That money would be enough for him to start up his own suit making business here in the Chi. 

Teofilo walks back out onto the streets after trying on all the suits that had been sent to him, looking pretty dapper with it too.

"As you can see, I've decided on the winner of the suit competition. There was a lot of talent displayed and a few suits I may use in the future, all paid for at that time of course!"

Teofilo clears his throat.

"Obviously the winning person will already know they have won, because they recognise their work. For the rest of you, the winner is..."

Teofilo plays a little drum roll on a nearby trash can.

"Jaden!

"He sent in a total of three suits, and this one, I particularly liked, I hope this shows his talent off to the masses and he gets a lot more work from this. Truly excellent suit!

"Thank you to everyone who participated, they were all great suits, and it took me a fair while to whittle it down to two, and then an even longer time to decide on the winner."

Teofilo pins a bank statement up on the wall behind him and walks off, proud to be wearing his new suit.

Your accountant makes note that $2,500,000 has been wired to Jaden from your account.