Jakko unbolted the door and stepped out into the night.
“You pesky children. …When I put my hands on you, I am going to rip your flesh off your bones, boil it and put in in your mother’s soup, you little… “
The voice was of a million nails coming down a blackboard, scratching all sanity away with it.
Old Jakko, veteran of The-Spotted-Sheep-War turned around and noticed a big furry creature standing in front of him. And grinning.
“Um…”, Jakko began, in that slow deliberate tone of voice people use when they don’t want the universe to shatter, “I….”
The next morning, Mojo, the milkman discovered a pile of smelly meat in front of Jakko’s door.
He looked at the mess and decided to leave the bottles of milk on the steps before running the hell out of there.
He ran and ran, faster and faster until he could breath no more and finally arrived at the Mafia Headquarters where he requested a meeting with the Don.
After hearing the entire story, he looked up at the chief of Mafia and saw her smiling.
“I see.Oh, dear. Thank you, milkman Mojo. Feel free to leave.”
“..Atrum, the bodyguard, said that Your Honor sometimes pays for information..”, he said.
“Did he? Really? He said that, did he? Well, that is interesting”, said the Don and scribbled a note in the margin of a report.” Thank you.”
“Don’t let me detain you.”
“Errr, no. God bless Your Honor”, said Mojo and ran for it. This time he decided to do the good thing and announce the innocent farmers about the attack, as he had a better chance with them of not rotting in a pit with his tongue cut and a bullet in his knee.
Then he’d be gone and forgotten. He was leaving farming behind.
“Damn those Mafioso..”, he thought.
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Also, I would like to tell you that there are 3 mafioso in town. (2 normal mafia and 1 Prostitute)