"Sandman, It bothers me that you stick up for speeches without thought and then avoid answering questions about his recent comments. Do you really care how little thought or backing goes into a comment so long as it has words or accusations that catch the eye?"

Y'all know me. Know how I earn a livin'. I'll catch this bird for you, but it ain't gonna be easy. Bad discussion. Not like going down the Streetings chasin' bluegills and tommycods. This WhereWasI, swallow you whole. Little shakin', little tenderizin', an' down you go. And we gotta do it quick, that'll bring back your Street speakers, put all your businesses on a payin' basis. But it's not gonna be pleasant. I value my neck a lot more than one hundred thousand bucks, chief. I'll find him for one hundred, but I'll catch him, and write about him, for three hundred. But you've gotta make up your minds. If you want to stay amused, then ante up. If you want to play it cheap, be on welfare the whole winter. I don't want no volunteers, I don't want no mates, there's just too many captains in this thing. $200,000 for me by myself. For that you get the words, the intellect, the whole damn thing.
 

I guess if I were to speculate based on StoneWall's responses to Morrissey and the original speaker, I'd assume he was not hurt or bothered by it, if that strengthens your case. The difference between the responses Morrissey and the original speaker have received from StoneWall and those they received from you, is there's nothing to indicate that any of this has gotten under StoneWall's skin. You appear to be beside yourself.

"I'm actually happy, Sandman. I'm happy because I know how little effort it takes for me to answer questions such as those about my own actions and how little effort it takes for me to take a guess about others' actions because I don't lie to myself. You don't care? I don't care that you don't care, you're defending the man from my criticism so defend the aspect that's causing me to criticize or get off the streets and stop helping him dodge the question. If you really wanted to defend him with any logic any of you would've simply started questioning my reason for questioning. Seems kind of peculiar for most of you and I find it hysterical that so many of you complain about the questions without trying to understand them or the real meaning behind them. Every man should be judged based on both his vices and his virtues and pretending this stupid little charade isn't obviously a ploy to help Prem helps Prem and no one else. I don't know exactly why he's doing it, even though I have guesses, and part of the reason I ask isn't out of curiosity for the question itself but curiosity of whether or not he's capable of explaining his own thoughts without exposing that it's a charade. I claim he can't."

RAwrrrrrr

Yes, it was true, Tokyo was still going around town rawring at anyone that passed her. After swinging around that lamp post she had thrown up everything in her stomach and maybe even her stomach and went back to drinking. That's what a true alcoholic does! She had learned from the best. After prowling the town for most of the day Tokyo stumbled upon a conversation. A great conversation! That's what she told herself anyway, if it wasn't she'd eat everyone. 

Quesions...

She slurred and trailed off. Tokyo pulled a mouse out of her pocket and took a bite. 

Okay, I feel a bit better now. As I was saying. Questions. How do you answer questions? How do magnets work? Prem helps Prem helps Prem? I'm loving the benefits of having both Morrissey and Stonewall in the streets. Really keeps a little spark in my step, a jig in my jump, a pretty smile on my face, which I hope you know is a bit difficult to do. 

Tokyo paused for a moment. The rum bottle she held in her hands was calling for her. Literally, she could hear it's voice in her head. Not yet, she told it, she still had something to say. 

Even if Morrissey is just helping Morrissey or Prem is just helping Prem or if Morrissey is helping Prem or if Prem is helping Morrissey, they sure are helping me. 

She brought the bottle up to her lips and took a long sip. Oh sweet rum, oh sweet rum.

But really, how do those damn magnets work? 

I doubt that if I cited reasons why I disliked him, as opposed to what I said originally, in the exact same manner, that you would be questioning my logic so adamantly. I guess that's also why I don't feel an overwhelming sense of obligation to defend my opinions to you.

Beyond that, how would I know what his point is? Only thing I could really say on the matter, again, is that I don't believe the man dislikes Premier lineage. And the reason I think that is because that's what he told me.

And furthermore, while we are on the subject of charades, I'm beginning to think that you in fact do NOT own a piece of property in Brooklyn that you intend to sell me and are just trying to take advantage of an old, punch-drunk wrestler. Admit it.

"MrIncredible steps on his podium"

"And to be fair be it as round robin How is the round robin be, well since physically we cannot draw lots, we can do it as seniority of age."

"MrIncredible steps off his podium"
 

Kuku trys to do things the easiest way, he is still living off the fact he shot a earner in my line of family 4 years ago, and still lives off the fact he had a charcter alive during the time Thomasrourke and Premeir were taken down by the rest of this thing of ours.

At the end of the day kuku has never amounted to anything, and the only thing he is good for, is offering me someone to be rude to once in a while.

He is like the new kid at school everyone fucks with, untill a newer kid comes. Sadly nobody has come along as terrible as kuku.

I also think you got a lil pussy in you for being so scared of WhereWasI does his street presence scare you that much?

Well, it appears that my father, Morrissey, got shot last night.

We should take a moment to remember the most popular Street speaker of recent times.

I will carry his mantle on, but for now, I have mail to answer.

WhereWasI clears his throat,

"Ms. TokyoZombie, I'm certain you understand why you enjoy their back and forth so I won't go into that part other than to say I understand your reason but I believe we have better ways to entertain ourselves and I'll just leave it at that."

"Questions can be answered by thought, regardless of whether you ever tell the world your answer or not, you will likely find one should you put any thought into a question. Even if that answer is 'I simply can't answer it based on what I know.'"

"Finally, I believe magnets work based upon electrons being required to finish outer rings of electrons in an atom so some materials share electrons in order to complete these outer rings and the bond formed by both atoms using the same electron or electrons causes the force that draws the magnet to a metal. I do not wish to search through old science journals, but I also don't believe you asked that question for just the sake of asking it and either way I thank you for asking it."

WhereWasI turns to Sandman,

"My telling you to get off the streets is centered around the fact you choose to defend him as I'm questioning him when he isn't answering the questions about it. You're (likely unintentionally) helping him dodge these questions by moving the spotlight elsewhere."

"I don't care about whether or not you like him. I care about whether or not you defend him while I'm sharing a theory on his behavior for a specific set of actions and then choose to not explain why you'd interrupt that line of questioning or cast an opinion on the questions surrounding my theory that you joined in on by entering the discussion and removing the spotlight put on him."

"I also believe he has some sort of liking (fetish maybe...) for the Premier bloodline, but I greatly despise the results of what happens to the streets shortly after his charade ends. It isn't a lasting street burst, it's just a passing fad every time and I won't let him dominate the streets to turn viewers away from them. That's my purpose for being so critical of him, I don't want the streets to fall back into a desolate state in my lifetime, let alone the near future."

"Finally I must admit that I don't own any bridges in Brooklyn any more. They sold too fast and now I must be on my way."

"It wasn't inappropriate but the continued discussion did give him cover and I decided to make one over the top gesture to end the back and forth in a hope to move the spotlight back to the questions. I hope you don't mind, but based on the way I've centered my comments to you around those questions he can't answer, I think my original intent of keeping those questions on people's minds worked."

Martin having watched this conversation and the many related to it steps in to speak

"Whats the whole point of this back and forth squabble?"

Martin adjusts his tie and mask

"It just looks like an endless arguement that no one is going to win"

Martin leans on a wall and waits for someone else to speak

"That's my hope, Mr. Finnegan. To make it appear as pointless as his actual reason is for being in the streets. He will endlessly try to avoid answering questions as all those who chose to wear the name Kuku have, so as long as I persistently follow him in his attempts asking him why it'll likely stop whatever he's planning. The appearance of a Kuku is generally followed by a severe drop in street activity and based upon the number who are beginning to ignore everything he and I say to each other and give attention to other discussions, I believe the cycle will not repeat."

"I'm sure it'll all work out fine for you Kuklinski. Attention is only a good thing, it can't be bad, and giving an attention whore nothing but attention and a never ending stage to attract followers can only work out fantastically for you. No possible ways running around screaming for attention and getting lots of it could possibly backfire on you."

"You've finally asked a question that makes sense. Congratulations. I really do believe the attention you seek will kill you. You will eventually find that playing tricks on others means that you're either much too smart or much too incapable to blend in with those around you. I'm hoping you'll eventually see the fruits of your work and exactly what you get when someone gives you the attention you truly desire. You would get pity if I felt that was a noble emotion worth my time, but it isn't. So please continue, wouldn't want to disappoint your fans by asking questions, thinking, or trying to understand what's happening around you."