[ What the Cervello were is still out for discussion. But the one on his lap sure does feel like a woman. And he'll make it up to her as soon as he stops being distracted by trying to remember shit and making his head hurt to do it. ]

...The ones who waited...

[ Yeah. He remembers that, sort of. ]

And you two came along to help with the rings. It was just about to start, I think. You two were all about that. Preparing our battlefield. Against...against... fuck if I know. No one important, since I'm going to slaughter them and take what belongs to me.

[ That seems wrong though. Deeply wrong. He's a bassist. He fights, but they are bar fights. Nothing at all like a Mafia War over heirloom jewelry. ]