It is I, Batiatus of the House of Batiatus, lowly goombah in the honorable Smith & Wesson organization. I find myself roaming the streets among powerful and influential men, Made Men, Dons, Godfathers, while I wallow in the humiliating ranks of goombah. My equals are the dregs of society. The filth. My title carries no respect with it, strikes fear in no one. Men of Honor look at me with the same disdain they would if gazing upon piss and shit. I grow tired of these petty crimes I commit to earn coin, the snatching of purses and conning of schlub. I must ELEVATE MY STATUS! I attempted to run a prostitution ring in the town's centre today. I found a whore lurking in a nearby alley. "Whore!" I said, "Perform services for Batiatus! Do this at once!" The whore spat in my face!!! "CUNT!" I exclaimed as her diseased spittle ran down my cheek, adding even more insult to the offense. I unsheathed my dagger from my robe and slit the whore's throat! Blood leaked from her wound like a woman's gash during the time of the month the moon aligns with Jupiter. As her lifeless body lay in the dirt, I stood over her triumphantly and shouted "Hail Batiatus! I have arrived to the shores of New York to bring glory to the House of Gravity! Let this slain whore serve as testament to the innovation I bring to my crimes! To the ambition of Batiatus! I shall elevate the status of the House of Gravity, thus elevating my own status as well until the name Batiatus strikes fear in the hearts of all men everywhere, from Manhattan to the Isle of Staten, to the far seas across this land!" And so will mark my rise to power. Sometime soon, I will rise to the rank of EARNER! Don Gravity will recognize my importance and will shower me with accolade and coin. I will surpass the likeness of a Don to that of a diety.... to that of a fucking GOD!!!!!

Success! You have slain a whore. You earned $264

THAT WAS MY SISTER!!!!!

TinyTina yells at Bathhouse. 

SHE WAS THREE DAYS AWAY FROM RETIREMENT!!!!

Again, still yelling. Then she drops the act as quickly as she had started that shit and backed away from the whore.

Nah foo, just playin'. I don't love these ho's. That B is skanky. 

Tina looked at the site of Balistic still holding the whores hair, the neck gashed open and blood was running down his bare leg. That's when Tina noticed he was wearing a skirt. Like a bad ass fighting gladiator. She had finally reached the thunder dome of PAIN. This really was a great way to start a day. She didn't know what that Archy fellow was talking about. 

Jug Head!

She called out for no apparent reason.

Wouldn't it be fun if dogs could talk?

Your words of advice and encouragement are appreciated, Archy, but who needs luck when I have AMBITION my good man!!! Soon enough I will have measurable prowess as well once I am able to sit at the Table of Wise Guys, a title not as prestigious as other more esteemed ranks, but more like sitting upon the top of a shit pile. And while it is your prerogative to not be impressed by my deeds today, I assure you the spectators at the town centre who gathered around me and the corpse of this diseased prostitute showered me with cheers and admiration, as if I were a mighty GLADIATOR! "Hail Batiatus!" they chanted in unison! And if this pimp you speak of comes looking for me, direct that man to the House of Batiatus and he shall suffer the same fate as this slain whore! And with that, Archy, I wish you success as well.  May the Gods of Jupiter shower you with blessings and glory in your own journey to glory!!!

TinyTina yells at Bathhouse.

sigh. As if I have not suffered enough insult for one day, having been being spat upon by a whore in the town centre, , TinyTina spreads my cheeks for even further public ramming, thus strengthening my point. The fair lady TinaTina, whose station in this world far surpasses mine, refers to me as a bath house, a shack where men and women go to shit and to piss. My title carries no relevance, no respect. Certainly now you can see why I must ELEVATE MYSELF so that one day I TOO can refer to the peons below me as shit and piss houses! Some day, it will be I, Batiatus of the House of Batiatus, who spreads the cheeks to ram insults between, rather than my own cheeks being the constant target of ramming. But until then, I have no choice but to endure this mockery, so to you as well TinyTina, I wish you a blessed day, my good lady.

I was walking down the street when I saw a commotion happening, I then observed intently at the turn of events and spoke:

"I admire your enthusiasm in your speech about your will to spearhead you and your family's name to greatness, Batiatus," I clapped for a second and resumed talking.

"But boasting about murdering a prostitute does not sound like a good way to start off your path to greatness, in my opinion, but still good luck on your long journey to greatness, comrade! There will be a lot of obstacles in your journey but I'm sure you can surpass them with your will and determination." I then smiled at him as I walked away back to my job.

Greatness as all things Mathematical was dealt, Batiatus served the True that day earning house is seen, even by Jupiter, whom silences the voice of raffs and no ones so speak may be heard, Glory to Batiatus, Glory to the Gods, Glory to Jupiter and may he conquer again.

He cocks his head wondering what is all this. He sees someone gloating over murdering a prostitute. He thinks about how it was someones daughter. Someones sister maybe even someones mother. He hears how she was killed for spitting on him and he cut her throat for it. He decides hes going to be way more creative with him. He goes to ask permission to bring balance and kill this pig but nobody could find him, like he disapeared long ago. Looking over at his cutting torch, the car battery, even a rusty hacksaw and thought "lucky for him"

Amazingly reading and Furious also wonder what this was, the oldest occupation and hope the slayer got a good penalty for slaughtering this girl. He stood and didnt feel good at all to this thing and hoped other learn a lesson by this, stay away from slaughters.