McKnighter, walking out of his Detroit Jazz Hall, calls for a crowd to come. He brushes some dust off rather large button saying 'McKnight Mafia Family', tips his hat to a few ladies to the right, and begins to talk.

"If you haven't seen this yet, there's a few people wearing these flashy badges. Now, before you think this is some plot to rule the world, let me clear things up."

"We only want a SMALL part, not a lot, but enough for us to feel powerful."

Logical_Hit walks from the crowd and whispers in his ear. McKnighter shakes his head and continues.

"Right, none of you heard that. Now onto the reason of this speech."

"If you are worried about us being some elite spy group, don't worry. We're just from another Family in another Country. We wanted to try to earn some money in America, and so here we are."

"Now, go carry on with your lives, go on, shoo!"

Logical_Hit whispers into McKnighter's ear again, and he shakes his head again.

"If you have any questions, please send me a letter, or call me, or come see me. Whatever works best."

try-6 walks out of the Jazz Hall with a body bag. McKnighter waves for her to hurry up.

"Right then! No reason to be alarmed, we come in peace."

McKnighter waves as Logical_Hit leads him back into the Detroit Jazz Hall.

What?

I believe it was Emerson who said "The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons."

smokes cigar

wow. silly.

I love that emerson quote!