Hey kids. Y'remember when the Felt had their little tea party? And y'know how I said I was going to throw my own party? Where the Felt wasn't invited? And it was gonna have blackjack and whores? Well the powers that be agreed to those first two things-I'll keep ya posted.
What??? I'm not invited???
Oh god is this another one of those things where people are gonna flay me alive 'cause they don't like the word whores no more? I would like the record to state I respect any and all-a our sex workers, capiche?!
Yeah eat shit. Invite me to your parties next time. Or make it easier to crash them, at least.
Apparently it ain't "proper" for a formal event or somethin'. Oh yeah, that also means no Midnight Mooks either, by the way.
Oh boo-fucking-hoo. The criminals are bein' treated like criminals for once. Ask me it was about goddamn time.
Fine. Whatever. Don't need 'em anyway. I got beautiful trolls basically knockin' down my doors.
I would have invited you! Not my fault the Doc Scratch who ran it was picky.
Tch. Either way pal it's outta my hands. I'm just the messenger here. Maybe if you ask the people runnin' the show you can see if you get an exception, but they really ain't a fan-a you gangster types at the Mayor's office.