“GRR!! Where is it?!? Where’s that damn spare piece?!?” Giovanni shouted under his breath in irritation as he searched his living room, moving from room to room, desperately trying to find the last place he had placed his weapon.

“I swear, if the Korean Mafia beats us to that bank heist one more time, I swear I’m planting another trap inside that stupid K BBQ of theirs again!” Giovanni said through gritted teeth, cursing in Spanish as he threw pillows around, desperately trying to find what he was looking for.

“DAMNIT, LUCAS! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN PLAYING IN MY SHIT AGAIN OR I SWEAR TO HAIL MARY!!!” Giovanni exclaimed, his temper getting the better of him as he picked up one of his children’s stuffed animals and angrily threw it at the wall.

“Estúpida, maldita arma, ¿dónde diablos estás? Lo juro, quienquiera que lo haya robado, me aseguraré de que sus vidas sean un infierno. ¡Así que ayúdame, Dios!”