(your boss is outside on the balcony, smoking, his long hair draped over the furred lapel of his coat, and his white fedora pulled over his eyes) ...ah Mafioso, my friend, how are you? (He was nowhere near Italian, yet he was your boss. His daughter will be your boss when he retires, which scares you, being how young she is, and how close to retirement Bullet is... The mafia's rivals are going to kill him, he knows it... And usually... He's right about this sort of thing...) Why the long face, Maf? Lose your whiskey again, haha...