| ☢️ | Fats knew fully well that from what he had heard from Danessa, today the boss was taking some time off from surveying his casinos, growing rather tiresome lately more then usual. The large potoroo went to his office knocking upon the door having yet to get his orders for the day.
“ Boss, youse in there?” He asked awaiting for a response prior to repeating himself. “ Boss?” He pressed his ear to the door, picking up a faint tapping, likely the Don brushing his cigar against his ash tray.
He took a collected breath before taking matters into his own hands and going in. Fats observed his surroundings becoming more nervous with each step. “Youse remodeled?” He pointed out looking at a large portrait on one wall of his Don, as his eyes flickered over to the other wall unable to believe what he was looking at. Fats bowed his head clenching his fist tight, “ So...de rumors were true n’ I was a fool ta think they were just dat...” he sighed his eyes locked onto a large Cortex painting.
“Boss? Why! After all dat lil’ punk put youse through! Why would youse go back ta ‘im!” The brute approached the desk slamming his fists against it hard. There was still no response from the Don.
“ANSWER ME BOSS! “ He snarled.
Pinstripe swerved his chair looking at the threatening Fats not bothered in the least by him. He had a large cigar on the edge of his lips, wearing a black pinstriped suit, his brows were narrowed. On both hands he had a ring on every finger and his physique wasn’t that of a noodle anymore but of the muscular Don from his hey days.
“Youse gots a problem wit’ my choices Fats?! I don’t see Slim complainin!” He stood up from his seat growling back at his henchmen.
“ O’ Course he ain’t! Dat moron has been occupied wit’ all de pizza pie youse got ‘im!” Fats informed puffing up his chest to intimate the other. “What happened ta youse! Youse didn’t look like dis yesterday?”
“ Da Scientists finally made a break through, I was up all last night feelin’ sick ta wake up dis mornin’ jacked!” Stripe flexed his bicep showing off.
“Boss...what about your family....” Fats ears went flat expressing his concern.
“Oh...Da family will love my transformation....OR ELSE!” he crackled lifting up his tommy gun aiming in at Fats.
He shot him in the forearm without a hint of remorse watching as he waddled to Danessa for medical attention.
“ Dare any Gray Mutants ta come n’ visit taday.” Pintripe kissed his gun fondly within the darkened office.