You have been a part of this strange mafia family for a week now, when one of the captains suddenly brought you to the big guy’s office. There, you saw Godfather Dungleballs all unshaven and tattered. He loomed over a map of some kinda bank, drawn with sharpie, as crayons and markers were scattered all over his desk. Whoever drew the map was either in a hurry or just didn’t care about quality. Once he noticed you, Godfather Dungleballs ran over and grabbed you shoulder violently, pulling you along to his desk.

“Hey! C’mere! I need your help with planning this heist!”