One of the poor Sullied twins gave herself away as a true enemy of John, because she's run that raincoat post under a dozen variations for years under 100s of her Sybil IDs. She really hates John Osborne and thinks it's funny that the roof is really coming down on all of their heads. Poor Sybil. She's lived here for years stirring the pot but it's boiling oil pouring on her head soon.
Hey John. I know you're afraid and need your gang. But these punks are not your friend and you can see the damage they're doing you and themselves. There is an 'end' in 'friend. Promise.
Do you think little Sybil would leave her house every so often if her mouth didn't taste like the sullied tails she publicly tongue licks every day and her breath didn't taste like d..k? Listerine to the rescue. Coming in by the gallons. The gallons!