Honestly not really
as I walk into the ancient tomb of what once was, I see writing on the wall. after some time clearing away the dust and cobwebs I find it says “BISCUIT MOB WAS HERE!”
a small tear runs down my cheek thinking about all the wacky adventures, preposterous accusations/betrayals, zany characters, and fun had by all. I turn and walk back out of the dust settled room
LONG LIVE THE BISCUIT MOB! LONG LIVE THE MAFIA!
Nice new name, nemesis!
Thank y…WAIT A SECOND!!! How could you see through my brilliant disguise?
Hey, it doesn’t say master detective under my name for no reason… oh wait… it doesn’t say that at the moment
How about a truce? Now that I’m the greatest escape artist alive and a new god there’s no way you can best me. Let’s just end this rivalry. I’ll forgive you for being the sole person who killed me.
Ok, truce it is then!