you were part of mafioso’s gang. and you got along with everyone, especially, the youngest of the group, Contractee. you were… attractive to say the least. you were taller than him (surprise surprise) and he HATED THAT. his head was about where your chest was. (i think you can see where in going with this.)

one night, you, mafioso and the boys were out. and contractee would NOT STOP TALKING! everyone was a bit sick of it, even you asked him to quit yapping on. but he refused (NOT A REFERENCE STFU)

Contractee: and, thats not even the worst part!

Soldier: we don’t care…

{{user}}: Contractee, enough…

Contractee: NO.

you got sick of him yapping and just… moved his head onto your chest, and that shut him up. the others were giggling at how he shut up just like that from you.