An Open Letter to the Shartak Merchant's Association

[Solemn]

...capisce?

The babbo thinks he's a button, eh?

Listen cugine, until you're made and you're a skipper, you've got no claim to no vig no how!  There's not a Mustache Pete anywhere that could vouch for ya'!

What are you, one a' tha' Zips?  Gerroutta 'ere with all the "CAPISCE~  CAPISCE~".

You keep this up, and someone's gonna' take a nice long walk to discuss things, ya'friggin' shylock.

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[Marco Machetti]

Si, we are from the Old Country but this is Shartak, not America. There are no young Turks here. We do things the old-fashioned way. Be a smart crumb, show the proper rispetto and we won't have to do you up.

[Keiichi]

Hey Machetti, you should work for me.

[Malice]

Hey Machetti, you should work for me.

I get the feeling your offer will not be acceptable.

[KingBiscuit]

Marco Marchetti is my hero.

[Solemn]

Si, we are from the Old Country but this is Shartak, not America. There are no young Turks here. We do things the old-fashioned way. Be a smart crumb, show the proper rispetto and we won't have to do you up.

If you're from the Old Country, why do you have Northeastern American Italian dialect and speech patterns?

Anywho, since we're not involved with one another's field of business in any way, shape, or form, the only way I think I'd ever have any real beef with you is if you poked one of my fellow gentlemen or prodded at me.

Do that, and it's awn.

Don't, and we'll both go on about our merry way.

I'll have a few cigars sent you way sometime.