The Great Cthulhu, the immense sticky green introspective priest of the Outer Gods, considers the questions. Carefully choosing his words the Star-Spawned Superstar invades the dreams of the sleeping mafiosa y mafioso and telepathically communicates with them.

Getting your button is a privilege. It is not a right. You earn it. Becoming a made man in this thing of ours is an honor that should only be bestowed upon it's best and brightest. Those that live by a code of excellence and are their respective families representatives. Their role in the family is critical to that families continued successes. Their actions reflect not only on themselves but on their entire family as well. For every action there is a consequence. This concept is paramount to our way of life.

One of your made men/women is seen spouting epithets and slurs in a public place? Shouldn't happen. We are ladies and gentlemen of honour and respect. We know how to conduct ourselves appropriately. We know right from wrong. We know the tenets of the family, violation of which will end in a characteristically violent death. There should be no such problem.

Let's propose such an incident does happen, however. Mademan Salvatore "Sally Peaches" Giangrasso tips back a few too many Tuaca's (mmmm with the bitters and sugar and lemon) and is heard telling the assembled crowd that Family Leader Zeke "Hellbilly" Hatfield who runs the local crime syndicate in Mobile Alabama isn't fit to lead a cubscout circle jerk, let alone a family. A sentiment shared by many but never spoken aloud. Word of course gets back to you, his Family Head. Initial reaction? Any man or woman who transcends the life of mediocrity and makes something out of themselves demands your respect. They have overcome the many pitfalls and dangers of this thing of ours and have risen to greatness. Becoming a CL isn't easy. You need intelligence and charisma. You need to surround yourself with trusted associates and the intelligentsia. Even a putz like HellBilly should be treated accordingly with the attendant respect given to one of his station.

At this point apologies are a moot point. Why? Because you just cut Sally Peaches's tongue out of his mouth. No more shooting your mouth off, capische? An example is then made: his head goes on a little trip to a landfill outside of town. His body goes down to Sloppy Swines hog farm so that the pigs can have a little more protein in their diet. Your point is made, the public rests assured that you don't run a family of drunken bums and degenerates, and the pigs are happy and fat. Win/win/win situation.

Should the obverse occur and you find that as a Family leader your character has been besmirched by another family's mademan? Wars have been waged over smaller transgressions. Word gets out that someone has disrespected you in the streets. People think hmmm he's/she's letting people get away with that? Maybe I'll try to set up in their city too. Obviously they have gone soft. Make way, there's a new sheriff in town and what are you going to do about it. Nothing. Punk. Thoughts like that lead to serious consequences. Loss of profit being the most serious. At the end of the day we're all still businessmen. A few harmless words spoken perhaps in jest. Pity that. As a CL I would not tolerate this. The people within my organization are counting on me to help them and their families make a living. The loss of revenue would be inexcusable. Just as the initial insult would be. You talk disrespectfully of another CL in public, your life is null and void. Period. Don't take something from a CL that they have busted their ass to get. Including respect.

The offending Mademan's family is on the hook. An apology would be forthcoming. As would monetary compensation. The mademan's head as well. All these conditions would have to be met to circumvent an escalation of violence. We all love peace. Why throw away an empire over the careless words of an unworthy associate? If all those conditions were met satisfactorially, then business as usual. If not, scorched earth policy in effect in 3-2-..

The Great Cthulhu returns his thoughts to evilness and Tuaca, and evil Tuaca shots, and leaves the dreams of the sleeping.

The Great Cthulhu looks up from playing with 26-dimensional time/space fabric and posits an answer to the next question. Popping back into the dreams of the sleeping he once again crafts his words with care.

Should I as a CL find that someone else has gotten to my own loose-lipped mademan before me? Taken the chance away from to to atone for a terrible mistake? Interceded in family business and shown me great disrespect? Come into MY city without MY permission to perpetrate an act of war upon a member of MY organization? Dealing with issues inside of ones own family is not a group venture. It is for the Family head alone to deal with. Talk to me, voice your concerns, ask for compensation, whatever. Your concerns will be addressed, your ego will be massaged, the problem will be taken care of. End of issue.

One could interpret this as an equally blatant and egregious offense. Two wrongs don't make a right. Surrounding yourself with bright and intelligent associates is a blessing. Take advantage of these minds. Consider ones options. Weigh the consequences. Communicate openly with the offending CL and come to terms regarding boundaries, responsibility, and private property. My city, My people, My responsibility. Hands off.