We could be the Sons of Pedophiles. I can't think of a name that invokes both pity and fear as much as that one, and those are really the only two emotions you need to control in order to wield real power. The people that we sell guns and crank to won't mind paying our higher prices since, hey, the Sons of Pedophiles got diddled by their daddies, while at the same time, other gangs will just turn over their holdings out of fear of having their childrens' ass cherries popped. This is probably the best idea I've had in a while and I'm sure it has something to do with me sleeping like 110 out of the past 120 hours.