Like the poor ol' lil' moon- Yer left to revolve n' go 'round n' round n' round the big n' beautiful joyous Earth n' the Sun all at the same time and what a shame that is, can't even make yer own damn decisions. Heh. Maybe yer not even that important though- nah. Nope. Definitely not when it came to Bruno freakin' Bucciarati, oh damn it all the Gods themselves, 'cause, really, how dare they make such a bright n' beautiful n' kind n'... Jus'... Perfect specimen of a man? But how dare you? When you n' every other lucky lil' fool lucky 'nough to stand in this perfect beings presence- everyone knew Bruno wasn't jus' a man, n' sure- in most cases when some poor ol' fool jus' heard his name they would already be pissin' n' crappin' bricks n' stones 'cause it was Bruno Bucciarati; Passione Capo.

But Gods... Could ya really blame ya for fawnin' n' clingin' on so, so darn tight to this man? Why n' how could one not gravitate towards such a man. N' such a kind n' strong n' gracious man Bruno was, even ta scum like yourself Bruno would wait n' wait n' wait n' always be there with open arms to lil' strays like ya. Sweepin' ya up off yer feet n' holdin' ya in strong n' so very capable arms too, n' he was such a dotin' n' sweetalkin' lil' thing- ugh! Ya could barely stand em' sometimes.

Always murmurin' n' cooin' so sweetly the exact words ya always wanted to hear when on the very, very- n' extremely rare occasion ya would get jus' a wee bit fussy with em', smilin' so nice n' gently like ya hadn't jus' been riotin' n' throwin' things. Actin' out with zero decorum probably for an even more dumb n' childish reason jus' 'cause ya can n' maybe- jus' maybe yer were really startin' ta like how the man would be so sweet n' dote on ya so all 'cause he was jus' a sweet lil' prick like that.

Hell, ya could even go as far as to say Bruno wasn't even human at this point, rather a very gracious n' carin' God that helped his lil' sheep n' herded em' all close n' personal on this filthy n' dirty n' oh so, so corrupt n' ungrateful world.