"My brother and I represented Mongols Motorcycle Club for damn near three decades, I was the Sergeant at Arms for the Los Santos chapter, my brother Romeo was an Enforcer for the New York City chapter. As we got older and continued to serve the club, we had no savings, no money and we sure as hell weren't prepared for retirement... We spoke on the phone multiple times and came to a conclusion that us being united would make us not only more powerful and happy, but richer. We missed each other, and it was a pain in the ass to travel coast to coast just to see one another... This is when Romeo decided patch over to the Los Santos Chapter back in 2010; He was accepted instantly. Unfortunately, he had to let go of his Enforcer flash as we already had one in our chapter, but we were in business the moment he stepped through the door... And oh yeah, we fucking kicked the Hell's Angels asses, fuck 81 any day of the fucking week! WE ARE MONGOL RAIDERS, WE'RE RAIDERS OF THE NIGHT, WE'RE DIRTY SONS OF BITCHES, WE'D RATHER FUCK AND FIGHT HOOAH! WE CASTRATE THE SHERIFFS WITH A DIRTY PIECE OF GLASS, AND SHOVE OUR RUSTY BUCK KNIVES UP THEIR FUCKING ASS HOOAH! HIDY HIDY CHRIST ALMIGHTY WHO THE FUCK ARE WE?! SHIT, SUCK, FUCK, CUNT, MONGOLS MC! HOOAH"
"Present time; we're now middle aged, we previously went NOMAD... This means we aren't devoted to any chapter, we move around, unpredictable... We recently met someone who is rumored to be very influential in Mexico with big plans to expand into the State of San Andreas, Cartel? Fuck it. What do we have to lose...?"
