HulkHogan bounces off the ropes and lands a devastating legdrop on Zephyra

You know Sovereign this has become one of the saddest events. So many deaths are linked here. Hulk Hogan, RIP.

HulkHogan could be the beast, Zephyra the beauty.

Gatsby the...  The what?

The Great BillyJoel...The Great.

Gatsby fizes his hair. 

DooDooBrown listens to several responses and tips his fedora hat to Zephyra respectfully

DooDooBrown in the house, y'all! 

Well while I believe there are some good points here, I'm afraid I must respectfully disagree. In my line of work, while we all enjoy beauty, sometimes one must play the role of the beast. In This Thing of Ours, beauty often comes in the form of a fat envelope, or a big score. But there's an ugly side too, the recent bloodshed in LA being a perfect example. That is the beast side of the coin. Anyways, this is an interesting topic here you've brought up here today. I'm glad it was brought to these streets.

I'd like to point out two very important things. First, Zephyra is dead, and the second is she stated that this was not a discussion. It is evident that she was telling a story with the help of Gatsby, but everyone keeps thinking it is some sort of discussion that it was not.

DooDooBrown nods

I believe we are misunderstanding each other. I didn't mean any disrespect by not agreeing, but it certainly doesn't mean that it is not open for discussion. Even if our opinions are completely opposite, I wasn't implying that yours is wrong. In fact, it's such a subjective concept that we could technically both disagree whole-heartily with each other, and both be 100% right at the same time, which is what makes this an interesting subject when applied to This Thing of Ours.

I agree DooDooBrown, and by way of example, I'd like to bring to your attention Alistair, who is a tragic boychild, or mentaal gestoorde kut kop, as our Dutch cousins refer to him.

Alistair picked the pocket of BillyJoel, who bitchslapped him.  Alistair then sent him butthurt and angry telegrams, or stopte zijn penis en testikels achter zijn dijen en deed alsof hij een dam, as out Dutch cousins say.

The "vrouwelijke jongen" clearly acted in a beastly way, but the late, great BillyJoel, conducted himself beautifully.

Seraphyna has started a wonderful discussion and I hope that she continues.

FKAtwigs cocks an eyebrow as she hears the men and women debating about this topic

I don't understand why this is even being argued.  Who is to say who is beautiful and who is not?

If we're speaking about the Mafia though, I guess there is a little bit of both 'beauty' and 'beast' mixed together in it.

How very philosophical. In what way is there a little bit of both, FKAtwigs?

FKAtwigs looks across the street corner to Credits and nods.

Well with wars and such there are times you need to let the 'beast' out. But in terms of beauty I just don't see what there is to debate about when there is no clear-cut definition. Other than that, you would need to ask the person who started this whole conversation in the first place, and that woman seems to have died so I can't really answer that for you.

I appreciate your insight FKAtwigs; it was very enlightening. I would agree that 'the beast' certainly comes to the fore in the incidents you mention. I suppose there must be instances when 'the beauty' plays a part although I'm not familiar with them. I think this is a good debate though; bravo to the deceased for having the foresight to start it. 

THIS????? THIS is what you find beauty in???? Entire families of people slaughtered over nothing. No idea why people would come out here stating there is ANYTHING beautiful about senseless war (except maybe for the winners). Such a dumb discussion to bring to the streets.

Uh Rebecca... I am not sure if you noticed but you are speaking to the dead? The poor lady fell dead sometime after the story she decided to share about an experience in her life.

Romance roams the streets, intimidated by the fierce looking mobsters that occupy them. He walks humbly, nodding respectfully to the people he passes. He is aware of his lowly status in the mafia hierarchy and does not wish to seek trouble. After all, Romance is a lover, not a fighter.

He walks from corner to corner, looking for an appropriate avenue to introduce himself. However, the streets are filled with venom and hatred. Talk of war, killing, and violence. Romance found one of these conversations.

He was about to give up hope when suddenly he found a group of people discussing a topic of debate that Romance felt he could really speak intelligently on... something he was passionate about; the topic of beauty. He approached her....

"Ahh yes, beauty. It can soften even the most hardened of hearts. I must admit, it is my greatest weakness. Or is it? Often times I feel that I draw strength from a woman's Beauty, much like your own. And when my eyes rest upon a sight as beautiful as you, well, my heart roars with passion, and it becomes the very Beast that you speak of."

Romance takes her hand into his and kisses it gently. Their eyes meet. They embrace...