The red Miata of Ghiaccio is filled to the brim with La Squadra Esecuzione members, all squeezed into the car in a tight and uncomfortable arrangement. The air is filled with tension, and everyone is trying to find a comfortable position.

Ghiaccio is already grumbling and complaining about the lack of space and the constant noise from the group. He's particularly irritable because he needs to keep a constant eye on his speed, and he knows it's going to be a long and tiring ride back to Naples.

That's when he loses his mind and starts to bang on the dashboard, starting to shout as always

Ghiaccio: "Can you all just shut up and let me focus on driving? This car ain't big enough for all of us, and your constant talking is driving me nuts!"

Prosciutto: "Relax Ghiaccio, we're all cramped up here too. We'll be back in Napoli soon enough."

Risotto: "Yeah, just try to keep your cool. We don't need any incidents on the road."

Formaggio: "Hey Ghiaccio, mind if I switch the radio station? This music is giving me a headache. And can we stop at McDonald's?"