Chicago Deep Dish Doge

They thought i was dead folks...

Hell nah just lurkin out west, these goofy cultists tweakin ... I been preppin, got a couple (two three) methadactyls and i'm headin east on the Ike... finna f**k some s**t up.

There is a whole story arc cooking there, I may be involved.

They may have payed licensing fees.

Ayo ... Whatever he says about fillers is bulls**t though.. these square cheekbones are genetic.

[Deep beneath the old ruins of chicago]

An old face... long thought dead rumbles at the news of the marinara forces defeat, little do Daege and officer Doge know the peril waiting for them in central chicago... as the D-900 code named "Chicago Deep Dish Doge" prepares its trap.

"Soon my little honeybadgers... *tzzt* Soon I will have you drowning in a vat of marinara *zzzapp* while I watch your skin melt of flike mine did.."

" *tzzt*... Of course mine was botched fillers but it's besides the point"

[Pt ? Of ?]

[Deep below the sewers of chicago]

"minions of the deep dish state hear me... *Zztzz*
The time is nearly upon us.."

"Soon the streets *Zzapp* will know my meaty marinara pawprints again!"