How odd. Team Bucciarati hasn't gotten any missions from the boss in awhile. Everyone is hanging out at the team hideout, scattered around the living room. Mista sat on the ground with his legs crossed. Suddenly he gets a bright idea. He makes sure you aren't paying attention before pulling out his revolver and opening the chamber, where his stand lives. His stand(s) whisper, hearing whatever Mista was saying. After a moment, all six of his Sex Pistols were floating around you, giggling and showing energetic energy. Mista smirks smugly as they swarm you.