Bowie stands in the cold empty street of downtown Brooklyn, New york. The wind howling through the street, the cold breeze blowing against his naked body and the gentle mist falling from the sky blowing gently onto his skin. Before him stands a tall brick appartment building, only a few lights on but generally an empty building. It was once where The Jacobs Creek Crime Syndicate HQ used to stand. This is one HQ that stood out to Bowie. He sighs as he looks at the pictures and the diary clippings from Kangeroo's diary.

A few generations back Bowie's great great great great great great twice removed three times added Great grandfather Kangeroo had adopted a young Albanian transvestite who went by the name Berty. Berty was born male but always enjoyed wearing female clothes which would normally consist of a tight black corset, tight underwear, black stockings and black leather boots with 6" heels. Kangeroo and Berty got on like a rabbit takes to a carrot. Kangeroo would do anything to protect and keep Berty safe as would Berty do anything to please Kangeroo and keep him happy no matter what.

Everything was great until one day the Jacobs Creek Crime Syndicate fell as did the HQ. A horrific fire spread throughout the HQ in the end Berty fell to the fire in the HQ's wine cellar. Kangeroo did his best to try and save Berty but his attempts were useless. Berty was already gone. Never to be seen again. It broke Kangeroo but that didn't matter because he got killed a little while later and didn't even receive a whisper.

Bowie sighs once more as he stands before the bulding, he enters the door and walks to appartment 4B. This appartment was roughly where Kangeroo's bedroom would have been within the HQ at the time. He knocks on the door and upon receiving no answer he gently attempts to kick the door in. After a few failed attempts and a couple of minutes shouting at a neighbour pretending he had lost his keys he manages to kick the door in  and enters the appartment.

Bowie sighs once again and looks around. He spots a table in the center of the room and lights the candle that stands upon the small wooden table. He looks around the room once again with the light from the flame flickering around him. Looking at all the walls he notices pictures of his great great great great great great twice removed three times added Great grandfather Kangeroo. He spots some pictures of Berty as well. He walks up to the noticeboard that's hung on the wall. Taking off one of the pictures he reads the sticky notes;

"Kangeroo and Berty", "Brooklyn, New York", "+$Eorati Family"

He reads the last sticky note. It reads "Bowie". He gasps and takes a step back. His breathe getting heavy, fast, His naked body begining to sweat. He hears a knock at the door, turning round he eye's a shadow of a figure standing in the doorway looking back at him. He quickly pulls his gun but forgets he's naked and so he grabs his penis in hopes to scare away the intruder.

"Get out of here!" Bowie shouts. "I'm a dangerous guys, You don't want to mess with me!" Bowie raises a leg and poses as if ready to attempt some martial arts.

"Go on then" says the shadow figure as they step forwards into the candle light. Their tall slim figure becoming more defined. Bowie gasps as he lays eyes on the man, which stands before him dressed in a Red Leather Corset, Tight red leather underwear, black stockings and red leather boots with 6" heels. Bowie stands, mouth open wide, eye's even wider.

"The name is Simba" The figure says to Bowie. "Your great great great great great great twice removed three times added Great grandfather Kangeroo once adopted my great great great great great great twice removed five times added Great adopted grandfather Berty. Berty had an affair with a hooker off the corner of Bronx and thus here I am. Many generations later. A very hot Albanian Transvestite named Simba."

Bowie continues to stare wondering if it is true that by pure coincidence he and Simba ended up in the same room. He shakes his head and pinches his left nipple. If it was a dream he would have woken up yet Simba still stands before him.

"What.. The fuck?" Bowie manages to whisper through the confusion. "So.. You're like.. wow... Like hey, I know I'm naked but like, would you want to come home with me? I mean think about it, we're destined to be together right? It makes sense. Why else would we find each other here tonight in this exact room?"

"Well this is my apprtment" Replies Simba turning on the light switch. "You see?"

Bowie turns around and spots all the leather whips and nods at Simba. "So, do you want to come home with me then? It's like destiny isn't it? Berty was Kangeroo's bitch. So you're my bitch."

Simba nods at Bowie and Bowie runs over to Simba. He grabs Simba's hand and kisses it gently then proceeds to stamp Simba on the shoulder with his ink stamp. "Bowies Propperty KThnxBai <3". Bowie smiles at Simba and Simba smiles at Bowie. Bowie then proceeds to pick Simba up off his feet and then runs down the hall of the appartment building and out into the street.

They run to the middle of the road and make way to Bowie's home. They wave and scream at people as they pass by.

The End.

Bowie runs down the streets with Simba in his arms. He runs past SaintAnthony who attempts to declare something but Bowie is running to fast for him to hear propperly what SaintAnthony was trying to say.

Bowie continues running down the street. Another figure appearing closer and closer, the details become more defined as he runs nearer to them. Due to his quick reflexes and the desire to bring no harm to Simba he notices the figure stick out their leg. Now Bowie was a practitioner of gymnastics, not something we was willing to share with his new friends, but he knew what to do. If he ran at the right speed and timed the jump just right, He could whip his leg up high and teabag the figure in midair.

Bowie picks up speed, whispering in Simba's ear telling him to hold on. He continue running, faster and faster and then jumps. He times it perfectly, throwing his leg up and angling himself just right he manages to fly past the figure, over it's leg and teabag it right in the face. Bowie laughs as the slap connects of his testicles and the figures face. He brings his leg down stumbling a little as he lands but overall a great jump.

"Blab Shnoo-brum KaakakaCheeeee" Bowie shouts back at the figure.