Street_Sweeper hits the redundant streets and see she is up against the police with making her point. She brushes the blond curls off her forehead and looks in disdain at the apparent monopoly and loudly asks  one fucking question.
 

"Since when does the mafia, in this case a collective group of families see it for a GF to announce a Dons retirement followed up with a request for mercy on that Dons family?  This is unheard of in history."

Disorder your name depicts your inability to in position that you hold. You are not alone beings you run off what is perceived as a monopoly.

TheDonBot sighs.

"This isn't the first time I've heard you claim that Vegas has a 'monopoly' - I'm confused. First of all, and please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong... In recent times we have seen Philadelphia grow from being under the restrictions of New York to being allowed to run their operations as they see fit, yes?"

Not wanting to drone on, he stares off into space for a few moments. Coming to, TheDonBot remembers suddenly.

"WAIT! I too have recently strolled my way into Los Angeles and taken on the responsibility of growing it into a respectable city."

TheDonBot counts two of his fingers...Hm. Oh, wait.

"Detroit? How exactly is that an extension of Vegas? I mean maybe through like third cousins and a few adoptions, but that's a really sad stretch even for the likes of you."

TheDonBot lifted a third finger. Pulling an apple out from under his hat, he continues.

"And then there's the big apple! New York, running its own operations and quite successfully at that!"

"Regardless, what is this...some type of railroad company? What would your issue be even if there were a "monopoly" going on? I'd kind of like to think that's called 'winning' - but alas, I've clearly stated at least four whole cities that aren't under the sway or influence of Vegas at all. So, how in the fuck is this a monopoly? Furthermore, since when has it been the place of an absolute nobody to question how things are done? Seriously, get a better gig. My dear associate Professor could use a person to sponge-bathe him full time, if you're interested."

Street_Sweeper is lured back by a bot.

You were handed  LA by LV where you came from and rigorously stood up for. Lets not twist the shit.

No need to get into the rest of your rant because Lillith is lurking.

"Please, refer me to where I 'stood up for Vegas' and the manner which you mean. If you're referring to me stating facts, and presenting a perfectly constructed nullification of your idiocy, then yes, I indeed stood up for Vegas. I'm sure you'll choose to twist my words however you see fit, and my words and time here are obviously being wasted, but what in the fuck does 'Lillith lurking' have to do with my 'rant' anyway? I've never had any interaction with the woman personally."

Haven't seen this level of crazy in awhile. That you, Is?

"I'm still rather confused as to how this is "sticking up for Vegas" but alas, I am but a simple robot with a very simple skill-set. Most recently it seems I've added 'troll feeding' to my list of activities, but that's something I intend on working towards. What is it that you hope to work towards, Street_Sweeper? I generally find when one has a goal in mind, something to focus on, it gives them a little extra passion. I suspect your only goal is to end your own life, in a not-so-splendid manner, whereupon your ghost will undoubtedly inhibit one of the next civilians to step off the boat and continue to plague our shores with complete drivel."

Professor slowly but surely made his way into the small group of people that had been chatting before him. This was his first venture onto the streets of this place, and to be frank; it wasn't all that he expected. 

Erm....Whaaaaaaa?

Professor scratched his head for a moment because he had forgotten the reason he was there in the first place. Those who knew Professor best knew that the senility was taking over but there were still flashes of brilliance. 

Ah yes, yes. Sponge baths and blonde women. If she isn't willing I have good news, I will make a clone of her who will be!

The elder man scurries off to his apartment to ruin the his life and those around him.

KTI listens to the question posed by Street_Sweeper, and the follow-up insult directed towards Disorder. KTI's eyes widen and he lets out a chuckle. 

"I suppose it started happening when people started addressing themselves as "the mafia." I suppose it started happening when you come out to the streets and insult a guy that the newspapers say is a pretty powerful guy, you know because I wouldn't know.. I am not part this "mafia" you speak of." 

KTI clears his throat in discomfort.

"I mean, if you're gonna be looking at what people shouldn't be doing... You might want to take a look at what you are doing."

Knowing full well that KTI won't get anything through the man's thick skull, KTI turns and walks away to go back to his... butcher job.

Bravo KTL.  I am not the core issue either. We got plenty of teachers who set the stage. Right?

Isla spent more time out of the country than in, but when she exited the airport in downtown Vegas today, inhaling that sweet desert air, she was happy to believe that she'd be home for a little while. Then she was rudely bumped into by a tourist sporting one of those "I'm on vacation" Hawaiian shirts. Isla washed the annoyance from her face quickly and smiled. Welcome back to America. Welcome back to Vegas. Just as she stepped onto the curb to wave down a cab, a gentleman in a smart suit stepped behind her and whistled for him. She turned her head towards him and smiled. A car pulled up to them and the man opened the car door for her.

"A woman like you shouldn't be hailing cabs for herself. Please, take this one. I insist."

Isla acted as if this never happened to her and thanked the stranger.  He gave her a wink and shut the door behind her. This was one of the reasons Isla loved traveling, it was just so darn easy. Isla instructed the driver to deliver her to where all the excitement was. When she arrived she was a bit disappointed. Her and cabby had a drastic difference in opinion on what excitement is. Non the less, Isla listened to those on the streets.

Darlin' Street_Sweeper, you are just bein' plain ugly. I hope your mama raised you better than this and you're just havin' a day.

Comin' out here to our streets and ramblin' about this in such a nonsense way isn't going to help anything you're tryin' to prove. Are you even tryin' to prove anything? I've just arrived back into the country after bein' away for weeks and it's obvious you've got somethin' against Godfather Disorder, but what's your point?

Since when does this happen? Always. Godfather Disorder is a business man so of course he's going to protect his investments. If you want to come out here pitchin' a fit about this you are in the wrong business. If you want to continue on this course you may want to consider going about it a different way. There's a tree stump in a Louisiana swamp with a higher IQ than you. 

Wonders if that is the same stump IslaCrawford waters daily because she thinks the stump will grow.