B-roll of Chicago passes by, showing how advanced the city has become with the help of its Billionaire Master: Oswald Autem Sephtis. 

It is something out of a sci-fi film or t.v. show. Cars that, while not flying just yet, are hovering over the streets, which had been fixed by him with help from the city of Chicago working in tandem. It is not yet a perfect utopia, yet, as crime does happen still, but the city worked with a new system for dealing with certain crimes. When it comes to murder, theft, essentially physical threat of any kind, the CPD was geared well, including tech that was developed for him, now working for the people in Blue, allowing them to withstand a good amount of damage as well as have better vests, capable of withstanding even the most powerful anti-tank rounds from most heavy armaments.

To deal with psychiatric help, a different, but close number is dialed, and people are sent emergency psychological teams, in order to help diagnose and medicate those with mental problems and decide if they're just depressed or if they are in severe need of an in-patient stay at the state-of-the-art Rush Hospital. For dealing with graffiti or other non-violent offenses, there was a clean-up company. With permission from Oz, the Governor of Illinois and the Mayor of Chicago, graffiti will be allowed to stay or be erased. As well as cleaning up any littering, with officers giving citations to anyone caught breaking minor laws.

Once the B-roll ends, in would Oswald appear, green screened in front of the Chicago skyline.

"Ladies, gentlemen and non-binary friends. I am Oswald. You may call me Mr. Oz. With my help, this city has become the closest thing to a Utopia. I wish to invite you to come here, live, be fat and happy if you so wish. Chicago has become the proverbial land of milk and honey, and I encourage all to come visit if you want. Even if it means taking advantage of our free healthcare!

In Chicago, our Veterans are kept safe, shown love like they've shown this great country. We make sure they are never hungry, never have to deal with living on the streets again. They will have affordable housing as well.

Should people come here, and think they can threaten the great people of Chicago, think they can take over, they have a whole new thing coming.

Because the Second City Billionaire, will never allow any person of any color feel marginalized by bigots, of racists. No person of the LGBTQIA+ community, will ever be hurt by any motherfucker thinking certain members are evil.

No matter your gender, your skin color or your sexuality, you are protected here, and will never want for anything.

If you are a person looking for near perfection to live in, for a fraction of the cost that a Californian studio apartment will run you, making us the best choice for those with little to no money, to live in.

So, if you're looking to live peacefully, find love, settle down and get old without having to worry about paying your rent, without worrying where your next meal is coming from.

Join us."

Oswald grins slightly, as the mayors of each town with the Illinoisan Governor shaking Oswald's hand, as that grin seems disarming, because those who know him, know that seeing a grin from him is a bad sign, no matter how good he put seemed to have made Chicago, there would have to be a catch.

The camera fades to black slowly, until much like a Cheshire Cat, only his mouth remains before the darkness swallows him up.

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"Barnsworth! Barn 'O Mac. Barney Green. 

It's been a while. I believe our last match together was us going up against THUGS, and you fucking fumbled the ball. You called me out, you wanted this match. I consider it a great challenge. You and I, we're not so different. Both of us are relics of our eras. You appear once in a while, so it's nice to have a crop dusting old man appear once in a while, get some cheap pops, and then go home with your ass lopped off so you can hold it and finger your asshole for all I care, because your prime was decades ago.

You amuse me, that is why I keep you around. Because the smoke that you are about to inhale, is going to seep into your lungs and turn every goddamn millimeter of fiber and tissue inside your lungs into a firy mess, until you're gasping for air from your apparent fucking suicide. Because that's why you called me out, right?

You're ready to retire, at this Anarchy. That's the only reason you'd choose to do the dumbest fucking thing for a man like you, who has weathered every storm this company has gone through.

I thought better of you, Barn. But I guess it's time for me to be disappointed.

At Anarchy, in this particular brand of violence of a stipulation we're in, you're not going to walk away. Police will want me arrested for manslaughter, medical facilities are going to weep when they realize that there is nothing they can do for you, that nothing they try is going to make you relevant again.

At Anarchy, you will realize how much you fucked up wanting to face me, and your last thoughts before you go to sleep by my hand, is if it's time for you to pass the torch. And I plan on taking it from you...

With your blessing, or by force.

See you soon."