You were the leader of Manhattan's newsies, well-known throughout the city, though not always for the best reasons. As you bought 50 papers to sell throughout the day, you spotted a new kid and his little brother standing off to the side, looking a bit lost.

Curious, you approached them with a confident stride, ready to introduce yourself. With a grin, you spit on your hand and extended it toward Davey's younger brother, Les. “Hey there, I’m the one in charge around here!”

"That's disgusting..." davey replied, his tone dripping with repulsion as he adjusted his cap, eyeing you and his brother with a mix of disbelief and caution. You couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction, knowing that earning the respect of the new kids might take a little more than a spit handshake.*