Marley stands at the corner of Post Avenue and Forum Street, liting up a joint, and surveying the passing mobsters.

Marley always hears of other guys, "standing by their usual light pole" or "working their usual alley".

Marley, thinking to himself, "I'll claim this corner, right here in the great city of Philly as my own personal corner".

Marley, never the type to venture out to other corners like, Congratz Blvd, or Listen-To-My-Life Lane, stands on his normal corner blowing out a thick cloud of smoke and coughs.

Remembering how his father ruled his crew members with an ironfist and didn't tolerate any bull shit.  Marley Jr. makes a promise to himself, from this day forward,  that he would rule this corner with a ironfist, smoke joints, pimp hoes, sell his product and target that same post office across the street on a daily basis.

Standing at the corner at Post Avenue and Forum Street, having never said a word out loud to anyone, Marley just stirs at the long crowds of people doing their usual activities, but thinks to himself, "Not on my corner"

Marley walks across the street, where the post office manager already has his money neatly stacked for him to throw right in his duffle bag.  Marley grabs the money and heads back to his corner.

In route to his corner Marley calls his whores over, collects his money, and slips each and every one of them with a special touch of thanks bitch on the back of his hand.

Having never spoken a word, Marley stands on "HIS" corner that he has now claimed, rolls a joint of his own product, and leans against the building.

A looming shadow emerges from the alleyway as Oderus crosses the busy Philadelphia street. He looks from side to side in search of a FBN Agent. Seeing none, he pulls a glass pipe from his pocket and packs it with a white rock-like substance. He lights it and inhales deeply, oblivious to Mob_Marley's presence. He exhales the noxious smoke as the air begins to reek with the smell of burning plastic

Marley steps out of the alley from taking a piss by the dumpster.

Heading back to his corner he notices a large figure, a very large figure.

What the hell you doing on my corner you large figure?!?

Smells the scent of crack and steps up to Oderus face.

Thinking to himself, "You oversized crackhead"

Look here big guy! I got a job for you since you want to smoke your crack on this here corner.

Looking at Oderus

You see this alley right here?  Oderus nods

I want you to put this large skirt on and walk up and down this alley for me. Just step over that stream of piss flowing.

I'll be back every 12 minutes and you will give me the money these guys give you for doing favors for them.  I'll bring you back crack everytime I arrive and we'll both be successful right here on my corner.

Marley lites a joint to celebrate the hiring of  his first employee on "HIS CORNER"

Oderus looks at the dress with bloodshot eyes and then up at Mob_Marley in outrage. The urge to hit him is overwhelming, however his heavy intake of crack causes the giant Oderus to scratch at his back and ribs uncontrollable instead. The fit passes and he leans in towards Marley

Puny man! How dare you suggest that a warlord such as myself would don the apparel of a woman! Hold your tongue before I cut it from your mouth and eat it in front of you. Take your collection of dresses and ask the guys down on the corner of Kissup St. and Apology Ave to wear them.

Oderus looks down and sees the joint in Marley's hand. He begins to laugh

What is that, a marijuana joint? A primitive man's vice. You can get it for $7 a unit in some cities for fuck's sake!

reaches into his pocket and holds out half a dozen white rocks to Marley

I choose to indulge in a more sophisticated narcotic, far more superior than anything you can get your hands on. One day It will plague your cities, but until then only superior Mafioso such as me can get their hands on it and handle its effects. It is called crack. Now move out of my way before I crack your skull.

Oderus shoves Marley. As Marley stumbles back towards some nearby trash cans, Oderus swings at Marley's head with a hard left. Marley ducks at the last minute sending Oderus's fist into the brick wall. Oderus's knuckles make a sickening sound as his fist recoils back in pain

FUCK!

Marley ducks and stands back up.  Wondering what the hell Oderus is doing and why the hell he chooses to use Marleys' corner to fulfill his addictions.

A new drug you got their huh?  I wonder why it makes you scratch like that?  Does it have a special itch formula that makes you have to scratch after each inhale and why are your eyes so damn wide?  You looks as though you haven't had sleep in weeks.  Why are you getting so thin as well?  I saw you over in Vegas at the casino, one night, a few weeks back and you were at least 3 hundred pounds heavier.

Is this new drug a weight suppressor?  What's with all the twitching?

As Oderus continues to search the ground with his eyes for loose change, Marley kicks him in the knee.

Marley smells a odd smell, that smells of ass cheeks.

Look here Odorus, I mean Oderus.  I got a couple of cars back at the HQ that need to be washed, a yard that needs to be cut, and few floors that need to be mopped.  You do this for me and I'll get you more of that white rock you have in your hands.  Looks like you're running low anyway.

Oderus scratches his arm, stomach, and back all within the same second

Damn!! I tell you one thing, that shit sure does make you move faster.  My drug just slows me down.

Shakes head

Oderus clutches his knee with his broken hand, He looks up at Marley, fueled with rage

You and your city will pay for this. Some day, a football organization will emerge in this country. It will grow to be very lucrative for Friends of Ours in the illegal sports betting business. My connections with bookmakers runs so deep that I shall see to it that your city's football team will see nothing but FALURE and disappointment year after year. And their fans will have you to blame.

Uses his good hand to grab a trash can lid and smashes it across Mob_Marley's head. Their collective bodyguards step forward to keep control of the crowd. This is a one-on-one fight

Mock me for my illicit drug usage will you? While most people suffer physical and mental deterioration from inducing this substance, it makes me stronger.

Oderus picks up a nearby cinderblock and raises it over his head to bring down on Marley's skull. Marley nails Oderus in the groin with a hard fist, causing Oderus to drop the cinderblock on his own head

FUCK!