A man gasps in horror as two gangsters in fedoras approach. They calmly tell him “it’s us the mob, we’re here to collect”
The man leaps back and bends himself over a shelf of figures. “OH NO NOT MY FUNKOPOPARINOS” he cries.
The two men restrain his arms and begin pummeling him as he wheezes out “save me Ironman”
One of the mobsters adopts a look of concern and says “ey tone this feels wrong, like beating up nonna on pasta day” as he continues mercilessly beating the man.
The next day, one of the mobsters comes to their bandaged victim, extending a pinched hand toward him. He says “ay sad paizono no hard feelings its just the job. We felt bad so tone got something for you”
The other gangster arrives from behind, wearing an Ironman costume made from a cardboard box and watercolor paints. He exclaims “AY ITS-A ME IRON MAN! YOUD KNOW, THE GUY YOUS WAS CALLING FOR WHEN WE BEAT YOU! LOOK AT ME IMMA RED LIKE A MARINARA”
He cranes his head forward and continues “AY BADDABING BADABANG BLASTO BANGASTO”
The two goons pinch their hands toward their unamused subject and indignantly ask "EY EY WHY AINT YOU SMILING?