Marijuana leans back in his black-shiny leather chair. He smiles to himself after a long day of smuggling a shipment of bud into Philly. He takes a quick hit from his joint and looks at the desk in front of him. One of his most trusted bodyguards, Haze, knocks onto the door.

"Uh...Sir.. May I speak with you. Also your accountant is here to see you."  Haze said. Marijuana took another hit from his joint and replied. 

"Sure man. You know you don't have to ask to come in. The door is open. Oh.. And let the accountant in aswell." Marijuana put his joint out into the ashtray. His bodyguard opened the door with him and the accountant both walking into the office. Haze closed the door behind him, and stayed by the door staring at desk. While the accountant sat down in the smaller chair in front of Marijuana. The accountant pulled out his briefcase, and laid it on his lap. He clicked open the two locks and pulled out a document. After closing the briefcase, he placed the document onto the desk and then began to speak. 

"Hey, I just wanted to go over the weekly earnings you got here. I thought it would be better if we spoke in person about this. So I cleaned everything up, and you are all set." While he was speaking he emphasized the word cleaning. To clarify that he successfully laundered the money through one of Marijuana's fronts. "I want to show you how much you made, what your looking at to make sure no eyes are in your direction. Now the business you got here is pulling in close to two hundred and fifty thousand. In order to make sure we keep under the radar you gotta keep it around this number. So if you go over..." Marijuana's phone begins to ring.. Normally if his Boss, Saitama , or the family ever needed him they would call the office phone. This meant that their was an emergency. He immediately stopped the accountant, and picked up the call.

"Yo'.... Ok, where is he now? You got it. Tell the Boss I'm on my way now." He hangs up the phone and looks over at the accountant.

"Sorry friend, we are going to have to schedule to do this another time.." The accountant nervously tries to continue the meeting. "But..But..Just spend any excess money you get and make sure you only make two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Ok? Alright we will do this next week then." The accountant gets up and heads out the office door, while Marijuana was looking for his gun. "Haze, I need you with me. I got a call, and I'm told to get down to the headquarters quickly.." Haze nodded his head and followed behind Marijuana as they both went towards the vehicle parked right in front of his business. Haze got into the driver-seat while Marijuana into the passenger. Within 20 minutes they pulled up to the headquarters in Old City District. Marijuana rushed inside and frantically runs to Saitama's office. He knocks on the door and waits for a response. "Marijuana? Come on in man." Saitama said in a calm tone. Marijuana opens the door and  gestures for his bodyguard to stay out side of the office. After closing the door behind him, he walked over to Saitama. 

"Yeah Boss. I got a call to get over here as soon as possible. I thought something could been wrong. From the looks of it, everything seems fine." Marijuana said. Saitama now looking at Marijuana from staring out of the window smiled. "No Mari.. Actually that is the opposite of why I wanted you here. You see.. Old City has been filling up real quick. We need to expand our operations and get more headquarters stationed here. So we get a more foot hold over the local thugs and more connections. Last night I spoke with Kinoko on the phone, he suggested you be one of our new captains and I agreed. I already purchased the new headquarters for you. All it needs now is a name."

Marijuana took a second to say anything, he was a little shocked and this left him speechless. "Really, Boss. I mean.. I'm so grateful for this I can't get my thoughts right. Or that may be from the new strain we got in yesterday, Pineapple Express." Then it all clicked and Marijuana's eyes became wider then usual. "Saitama, thank you so much for this opportunity. I will not let you down, Boss. You have my word.. Plus the name came to at this perfect time. I'll set up shop and call ourselves Pineapple Express.. Legalize Item nine."

Congratulations Mr Juana! All the best over there!

After a long afternoon of partying, the sun  had finally began to set. Saitama looked over the balcony from the top of Marijuana's new HeadQuarters. Grabbing the ledge, he hoists himself up, dangling his legs over the ledge. He finishes the expensive wine bottle that had been clenched in his hands. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it over onto a lower rooftop. Genos sat against the wall, watching his mentor's back as always.

Kinoko and @Marijauna opened the sliding doors to the balcony and approached the ledge where Saitama was.

"Boss, everything alright?"
Saitama smiled and pulled out a fine carved cuban cigar box from one of the pockets on his suit. He held out the box for the two gentlemen to take a cigar. Genos pulled a match and lit it, lighting the cigars for each of the men. Nodding, Saitama raises his cigar in a symbolic, quiet toast. He inhales a large pull and exhales a large plume of smoke into the city air. Peering out over Old City District you could see his large tower near the water.

"Gentlemen... this here truly marks a great point for Philadelphia. We are expanding our grip here and prosperously growing. I am immensely proud of the ladies and gentlemen...Wait, what do we classify that metal freak as?"
The gentlemen chuckled, indeed it was a unique group of people.

"Yes, as I was saying, immensely proud of the ladies and gentlemen...and that stubborn ass robot... that have come together. To aid us in getting here, they truly have worked hard. I am also extremely happy to have you running an operation beside me Marijuana. I look forward to watching you use your talent and newly-found space to farther our city, it certainly is beginning to bloom into something great."