Oswald walks into the office, dressed well in his black suit, hair slicked back and tied into a large ponytail.

"Hello. I'm here to make sure my investment is still doing well after, what? A year or so, since I gave you guys that money to increase your budget for your promos?

Looks like you guys have been doing well."

He pulls a black and gold lighter from his left pocket and then reaches into his breast pocket, pulling out several fat blunts, one for each of them.

"A peace offering."

He then snaps his fingers as some of his shadowy servants hover into the room and drop a few random bottles of liquor, from normal Budweiser to Absinthe.

"You guys set? Need some more cash or are you all good now?"

He flicks the lighter on, as he pulls the blunts up and lights them, as a servant comes in with an ashtray, as he places all but one on the tray and the last one goes to his lips, taking a deep dragon on it.

He coughs a little bit before sighing in pleasure.

"Some of Chitown's best trees that're on fire right now, friends. Enjoy. Some of our best liquor as well. BOB may no longer exist, but it doesn't mean I don't forget people like you guys. I also come here to warn you. If you stay in the tag scene..."

He motions with his hand with blunt between fingers,

"You're gonna go up against the Money Titans. So, this is my way of saying to you, it's no hard feelings, a'ight? Just purely business when we end up climbing the ranks and destroy ya'll."