With blood shot eye's and stumbling his way from the local coffee shops erm..... Ale House of unspeakable things, Maximus obnoxiously waves passer by-ers to him, as if he is trying to get their attention. However, after failing miserably to get anyone's attention, Maximus begins talking to a mail box. Finally finding a suitable audience of someone... something, anything... Maximus begins to slur rather insightful yet incoherently. Very incoherently. Like lets say if Mail boxes had ears they would be bleeding, if they had brains they would get aneurysms or even if they had IQ points they would be lowered less that than of a mail box. 

      Ladies and.... inanimate objects. You won't believe the things I just heard in there-sh. I heard.... erm.... don what's-his-name, is going to take over and kill abunch of people! Do you believe that!?! I mean who would be so bad to kills someones. AND FOR FUN?!?! Why.... why would he do that? You.... you should.... DO SHOMETHING ABOUT THIS! I mean the guy trust me not to say anything and he's not the type of guy to do this sorta stuff but I don't like this guy very much.... so you.... you don't tell anyone.... shhhhhh. Just be very quiet now, ok.

     Maximus slumps over over slipping unconscious for a brief second... long enough to feel the trickle of rain water fall down the gutter he is laying in. Maximus composes himself long enough to bring himself to his feet and stumble back into the pub he came from, for yet another round of his favorite brand of whisky.

You fail at being funny or making any resemblance of a point.

And you fail at reading between the line. :)

The Immortal Hulk Hogan had let an entire weekend go past him without saying a word. It was too long. Their needed to be words that only the Hulk-A-Maniacs could listen to! Their needed to be comfort in the possibility of a rogue ending an innocent mobsters life. But what would Hulk-Hogan say? What could he possibly do to assure the people that there would be no bloodshed as long as he was around. But hulk was no where near to be found....

WAIT, Here he comes! The music is playing and the Hulk-A-Maniacs are going wild. He is flexing everywhere pointing at all two people that were gathered in the streets what was he going to say?

WELL YOU KNOW SOMETHING BROTHER, I DID NOT COME ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE TO THE STREETS TO HEAR THAT SOME GUY IS GOING TO SHOOT SOME OTHER GUY! I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON HERE AND I AM PERSONALLY HAVING A DIFFICULT TIME READING IN BETWEEN THESE LINES BROTHER BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN SAY IS THAT AS LONG AS THESE TWENTY FOUR INCH PYTHONS OUT IN THE STREETS NO ONE WILL HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT A THING! 

Flexing ensues. 

Flexing momentarily finishes. 

YOU KNOW BROTHER I DONT REALLY GET WHAT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT HERE BUT I ASSUME IT IS ABOUT PEOPLE GOSSIPING AND SO ON, WHICH HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME! SO I JUST CAME OUT TO LET YOU KNOW THAT HULK-A-MANIA IS RUNNING WILD DUDE! SO TO ALL THE GOSSIPERS AND THOSE WHO CANT READ BETWEEN LINES, WHATCHA GONNA DO WHEN HULK-A-MANIA RUNS WILD OVER YOU?! 

Hogan then rips his shirt screaming with the most intense looking eyes you have ever seen. Showing all of his teeth in a strange angry grin face. The music begins to play and he leaves the streets. 

Whilse sitting at the bar Maximus lifts his head and perk his ears after hearing the Hulkster speak... Thinking that the voice cam from the radio broadcasting on of Hulksters infamous promo's for Wrestling Entertainment. After playing with a radio that has been turned off and even trying to speak back to Hulk Hogan, Maximus realizes it was actually not even plugged in. Maximus turns his head think it was just a voice from beyond when he seem A masculine male leaving the bar with his shirt off. Max may have been dissapointted he was not sober enough to get an autograph of the Hulkster but was happy Hulk-a-mania himself understood his point.

That's right Hogan! That's exactly my point! Since when was it ok to gossip about private conversations? Since when has it been ok to break our code of silence? We all take the same oath to it. So when did it become acceptable? My bloodline remember a time where you were killed just as quick for break Omerta as the people that are killed for plotting to take over so-and-so. So why aren't the people who give out the wire taps hunted down and killed as quickly? This type of behavior has been going on for to long. And to be quite frank, it goes against everything our organizations are supposed to represent. Seems like nowa days rats get to feast while our hard working counter-parts get to rot in the grave because of a little gossip.