February 2012
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==>SIT DOWN WITH LORD ENGLISH
—SHOW LOG—
M1ST3R LORD 3NGL1SH, 1 H4V3 COM3 H3R3 ON 4 P3RSON4L M4TT3R
OF COURSE YOU HAVE.
YOU’RE THE LEGISLACERATOR.
W3LL >:\
NOT 4NY MOR3!
1 4M M3R3LY H3R3 UND3R TH3 4USP1C3S OF BOTH TR4FF1C L4W 4ND CONC3RN 4S 4 PR1V4T3 C1T1Z3N
TH4NK YOU V3RY MUCH FOR NOT K1LL1NG M3 BY TH3 W4Y 1 TH1NK TH4T 1S TH3 M4RK OF 4 TRU3 G3NTL3M4N
PLEASE.
NO.
I WOULD NEVER KILL ONE...
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—SHOW LOG—
YOU THERE.
I AM JUST FUCKING WITH YOU.
OF COURSE I WILL PAY MY PARKING TICKET.
I AM AN UPSTANDING CITIZEN AND KNOW FULL WELL CROWBAR CANNOT PARK THAT CAR FOR SHIT.
NOW COME SIT DOWN WITH LORD ENGLISH AND TELL HIM WHY YOU HAVE BUSTED IN HERE ON SUCH A FLIMSY PRETEXT.
GIRL.
DO YOU LIKE TEA?
OF COURSE YOU DO.
I’LL INSTRUCT MY PEOPLE TO GET YOU SOME OF LAST...
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—SHOW LOG—
YOU THERE.
GIRL.
HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO ISSUE ME A PARKING TICKET
WHEN I WAS ALREADY CLEAR?
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==>ENTER THE FELT DOMAIN
Lord English is the premier mob boss in the city. He is the king of crime, the guru of gangland. Even Mobster Kingpin comes a sour-faced second to the man behind the Felt, and the other gangs are petty arteries to the fetid pulsing heart of Felt criminality. You get your dark hoofbeasts — who knows what dark and vengeful God the Midnight Crew think they serve? — but the most brazen of...
