And when I thought that fatass Italian couldn't get any fatter
Here you are
In all your FUKIN' glory
Woag
- @make-some-noooise
... Yizzelle? Since when did you get an attitude? Don't tell me Blizzelle's possessing you again.
Uh- excuse-a ME, I'm THE NOISE!!
*he pretended to check his nails despite his gloves*
Surely you must have heard of me by now!
(He just stared at Noise)
Get out of my office, kid. I don't do autographs.
*he growled, slowly turning to Pizzano*
Kid? KID? I AM 36 YEARS OLD DAMNIT!
*he hopped up on Pizzano's desk, growling a bit*
AND AS IF I'D WANT A AUTOGRAPH FROM A COOYCAT LIKE YOU, FUCKER!
... You are really short for 36. Reminds me of Pizzelle, almost! Hah!
(He just picked up Noise and chucked him aside with surprising ease.)
*he squeaked loudly (like a few toy), huffing for moment, caught completely off guard. He slowly got up, snarling, teeth growing sharp, as he instantly pounced Pizzano: biting, clawing, hitting, just going pure feral! Yeah yve pissed him off. . .*
Stinky, grab the spray bottle for me.
(a voice who sounds strangely like Mr. Stick responds)
Sure thing Mr. Pizzano!
Thanks.
(Pizzano, otherwise, doesn't react. He's used to Coneboy teething on him)
*he pauses at the voice of Stinky*
The FUCK is Stick'ys doing here???
M- my name isn't Stinky... It's Phil...
("Mr. Stick" comes out in a strange yellow and blue outfit. He sprays Noise)
*he has eyes growing red and claws immediately jutting out again as he jumped off of Pizzano hissing and scratching at the mist, using his cape as a shield against it. He's currently huddled against the corner-*
Thanks Stinky.
Am I getting paid for this?
No ♥️
*he paused suddenly going serious, still using his cape to protect himself*
Really? You expect to get paid for this??? Fucking dumbass, stinky
*☝️,👉*
*that was him pointing upwards then at stinky while saying "stinky"*
... Okay.
(Stinky frowned, spraying Noise again)
*back to hissing and scowling. His back arched as he growled before he suddenly pounced on stinky immediately taking the spray bottle, tossing it to the side, and now just biting stinky-*
This somehow hurts less than when I get a paycut.
Don't guilt trip me.
Ok boss
(Stinky just turns around and leaves.)
*he lept off of Stinky right before he left, landing on all fours, whiskers still poofed up quite a bit*
... So, why are ya still here?
*he stood up just kind of staring at pizano*
Bored.
I'm not on work hours, don't expect me to go in character.
Yea yea what-
*he was in the midst of doing the slay hand motion before he paused-*
Off hours..? . . . . You actually run a show-?
Uh, yeah? Pizzano the paisano. That's me.
*squeak along the lines of 'huh'*
Alright. . . . What's a character like, if you don't mind me asking? Comin' from one after to another...?
*he took off his mask absent-mindedly revealing black (but green with stylization) hair, his hair is also quite spiky and his whiskers are connected to his face*
(ahem)
YAH-HAH! AIN'T THIS A FANCY SIGHT?! ANOTHER RIPOFF?! GOSH, AND I THOUGHT THE DASTARDLY PIZZAYES WAS BAD ENOUGH! YAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!!!
(He did exaggerated movements, he looked straight out of a cartoon!)
That's what.
*another squeak* not baad! Damn good body language. What kinda' shows ya got?
Mostly cartoons. I was top dog 'till the executives said I can't be swearin' anymore!
Thank god for Coneball though, amirite? He's the one who brought them back.
Yeah? Same shit happened to me! 'cept PizzaHead helping get back up in stage, have heard of Coneball though, he was my second option. . .
.. I don't really care. But ok.
*he squinted tilting his head to the side*
Os parecéis mucho...
*his shrugged putting his mask back on as he looked around the room*
(It's a highly decorated office, filled to the brim with Pizzano merch. Red, yellow, and blue are everywhere.)
*he gave another small squeak of approvement before turning back to Pizzano. He leaned forward ever so slightly, squinting*
I swear I recognize your face. . .
I don't recognize yours. You ain't a new Pizzelle clone, are ye?
Nope! Completely original~✨✨
He pulled off a sassy leaning pose, gesturing down his body with his hand, pride in full effect*
You're the one who looks like some kind of clone, fuckass Peppino clone. . .
... (his face dropped slightly, but he shook his head) Ain't know no Peppinoses! Yah-hah!
Huh, FUKIN' weird. . .
*he leaned in a little farther, squinting more*
Pero te pareces mucho a él. . .
I don't speak Portuguese!
ITS FUCKING SPANISH DUMBASS!!! HOW STUPID ARE YOU!?!?
Iunno, how stupid AM I?
*pause, death staring pizano*
Eres la maldita razón por la que Dios nos odia.
Ahah. Non sa che lo sto provocando di proposito.
*pause, he wanted to curse himself for actually saying that to someone who understood it but, the response goes hard as fuck*
. . . Damn.
Oh? You know Italian?
Yeahg, learned it so I could call out my rivals insults. . . Wasn't that hard actually
Damn.
Yeahg, it's really fun I'm calling him out and watching him go red with frustration- wait, THAT'S WHO YOU REMIND ME OF! You look almost exactly like Peppino! Hasta la barba incipiente...
(stare) I don't know who Peppino is.
(also ❌ i make pizzano a lot different than peppino LOL)
Squeak, doe'kay. . . Makes sense, he's known for being a nobody!
Whatever.
*he fell silent putting on a more mellow expression as he pulled off a cigarette and lighted it, he pulled out another and offered it to Pizzano*
Sigaretta?
Ew, you think I smoke? Pathetic.
*he rolled his eyes shoving the cigarette back in his pocket*
Alright. . .
(he slicked his hair back) I need all the air I can get fer my stunts.
I can do my stunts just fine and I smoke plenty! It doesn't make any difference, not at all actually.
Uhuh, but you're also skinny. Skinnier than me, I mean.
*he looked down on his body, he is skinny. . .*
Not really, plus my suit, bombs, and about everything I hold in my pockets weigh me down!
He reached into his pocket his arm going surprisingly deep before pulling out the noise crusher, it's almost as big as him*
See..?
*he shook it back in his pocket like as if it was nothing*
Heavy shit.
Cartoon logic, easy shit.
Not really, it's harder than you think honestly. . .
*he took a heavy drag off of cigarette, letting out a deep puff of smoke from his nose*
You forget im an actor too.
Well you don't have cartoon logic like I do, I was born with the shit, you had to work for it.
Don't assume my shitass life, asshole.
Do you come from the tower? I don't fuckin' think so.
.... Tower? (he tilted his head) Makin' no fucking sense, piss stain.
The pizza tower? With pizza head, pizza face! You must have heard of it at least, I mean this seizure inducing hell hole of a spires isn't all that far from it actually. . . Surprised I don't remember walkin' to it.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, kid.
Shiiiit. . . . I could probably take it to it. Honestly, I'll be dying to bring some candy shittin' resident from this place to tha' tower!
I don't go places for free.
It's got pizza. A shit ton of pizza
... (He rolled his eyes)
My entire personality doesn't revolve around pizza. I LIKE it, but Stinky makes it the best.
Damn. . . . You're way different than my Pizz' that's for sure. . .
What is that guy's deal anyways? Mr Stanky I mean
He's my assistant. My sidekick, dare I say. Does everything for me.
Mhm. Aighty. . . Are his Pizza's really that good? 'Cus never in my life have I met someone who's actually made a good pizza.
He knows just my taste.
Yeah? Could be find the taste for a Suger lover?
*he said this in a mocking tone, like he wasn't all that serious*
... The fuck does that mean?
Gah fuck, nevermind.
*he turned around and whatever he was sitting on, look around the office again*
What do you got to do around here? It's fucking booooooring form what I can tell!
I was doing paperwork.
Aight I'm out
*and with that he walks out, off to explore and steal a fuckton of candy*
... Tch. Couldn't even bother me when I'm in character. Hope Coneball catches him and attacks him.