In the offices of DabCity, you see @BobbyMunson and Chong sitting across from each other deep in discussion. Paperwork is being thrust across the table back and forth as they discuss their future. You cannot hear any words, but it is visible that something is in the works. The two stand up together and give each other their secret handshake as your view pans out.

Days later...

Chong takes a second to soak in the moment as he walks around his HQ, his left hand touching the wall as he makes his way through the corridors. After finally walking through the entire building, he lets out a large sigh of relief and walks towards the exit.

"Finally made it to this point." he says with a smile on his face.

Chong lights up a joint before continuing on with his speech to the random mobsters and civilians that have gathered outside. 

"Let me begin by showing my gratitude to BobbyMunson and the rest of DabCity for not only allowing me to have this honor, but giving me the opportunity to earn it. 

I have worked hard to get where I am today, but more than that I have had a lot of help from those around me. I cannot stress enough how appreciative I am of everyone who has given me the time of day. 

With that said, I am proud to announce the opening of my new crew, The Free Masons. Please feel free to not send me a bunch of spam telegrams."

Chong takes a few puffs on his joint and looks lost as to what to say next, before a light bulb seems to go off in his head.

"Oh yea, due to my unnaturally good mood today, EVERYONE GETS SOME WEED TODAY".

A goomba from DabCity comes out from the closed doors behind and begins to shoot off large bags of weed from what seems to be a T-shirt launcher. Chong then wonders when this type of technology was made, but chooses to ignore that detail. 

"YOU GET SOME WEED! YOU GET SOME WEED! YOU GET SOME WEED!" Chong yells while pointing at random individuals, before noticing @Oblivion in the crowd. "YOU SIR! YOU GET NOTHING YOU VULTURE!" 
 

Chong smiles proudly before turning around and slapping on a huge decal on the side of his new home

The Free Masons

The Most Well-Known Cult

Are cults supposed to be known?

Leaning against the wall while listening to Chong's speech, Moneypenny was a bit confused. She had come with a big bottle of whiskey with a tacky, shiny bow taped to it. She just wanted to wish Chong the best in his new endeavors. But then to her surprise, large green bags of weed started flying in every direction, and for a moment she thought they were at war. Realizing these were gifts from Chong after being hit too many times with no blood flow, she ducked once or twice, then hid behind BobbyMunson and used him as a shield.

"I think I made a mistake...." she mumbled under her breath.

Money decided to make the best of a confusing situation and opened the whiskey and started to drink her present. A few shots later, she bravely poked her head out from behind Bobby and raised the bottle and cheered.

"To Chong! Congratulations! May the Free Masons flourish and prosper!"

That very moment, a huge bag of weed hit Money right in the face.  She swayed right to left, and eventually slumped down and sat on the floor behind Bobby. Holding her head, she decided the best course of action was to finish off her bottle, safe in her boss's shadow.

BrotherHec makes his way out to the streets. Seeing Chong throw out weed to the crowd he begins to smile. His father held the same humor and was altogether and ambitious man. There was no denying the fact that Jumbo would be proud of what Chong was establishing. 

Chong, I am so very proud of you. I hope to see you shine like never before. LA is a wonderful city full of wonderful people and great leaders. You standing next to them is a signal of your strength and ambition in this world. I hope to see you continue on and do the entire city proud. Good luck out there.

BrotherHec handed Chong a little briefcase as a gift to support his operation. 

Daniella was running late, which was pretty typical for her, unfortunately. When she got off the plane from Chicago she’d quickly jumped in a car to get to Downtown LA for the announcement, only to arrive just at the end of it, with Chong already shooting little bags of weed into the gathered crowd. She couldn’t help but shake her head at the sight; he was giving away money but then again what would a new crew be without a little celebration?

She saw a few familiar faces in the crowd as she pushed her way towards the front, coming with a bottle of tequila in one hand and a bag full of drugs and money in the other. Her family had known Chong’s family for a while now and they’d built a strong friendship despite coming from different cities. When he’d asked her to relocate out to Los Angeles to work beside him she’d hesitated at first – after all, her home was in Chicago and had been her whole life. But something about the thought of sunshine and beaches made the idea of moving more tempting. So, after clearing things with GFC Kurgan, she’d packed her bags and gotten on the next flight.

“Sorry I’m late boss!” The tall blonde stated when she finally got up to the front. “Got the stuff you asked for,” she handed him the bag, smiling before also hold up the tequila. “And a little gift as a congratulations for branching off and setting up. I know you’ll do great things here in LA and I look forward to working besides you to help it happen.”

BrotherHec was walking away when his eye catches a tall blonde. He immediately started walking right back.

The name is BrotherHec. I too like Tequilla. Daniella did you say it was? Yes great name. I couldnt help but notice you are going to be the new right hand for the Free Masons. I was just curious how free you actually are? Anyways...

BrotherHec does his best James dean. 

You know..Me and chong are very good friends. Practically brothers. I mean when you really look at it, we are the same person. I am actually Chong. So if you ever need anything please dont hesitate to reach out to me. Day or night...I am here for you. 

BrotherHec smiles. Then he slowly takes the bottle of Tequilla and walking off the stage.