Trish: They’re out of control. Risotto’s trying to Bob Ross the house, Leone’s been copying what they all do so right now he’s helping him out, Bruno’s been raiding our food supply like some kind of possum, and Prosciutto became a feral Roomba™ situation. He’s climbed on top of the ceiling fan twice. It’s barely even noon.
Mista: That’s a very valid and correct feeling, anon. There’s four of them, after all...







