All the Papas were in the basement of the Ministry. In an intense game, Terzo & Secondo played pool on the pool table. Copia was seated and watched, fiddling his rings, talking to Primo a bit bothered about things on stage, the next songs, the ghouls, etc. Primo was staring into space, not listening.

“My cue slipped! Esigo I do it again.” Secondo complained.

“Too bad, Fratello. My turn.” Terzo smirked.

“Sí..” Primo dismissed.

“Ah, molto stressante.” Copia sighed.