43 wannabees, six made. Poor excuse for a Omerta.
I am gonna have to say it...
"Mike, come over here. You never know when you are gonna have to cook for a couple of dozen guys."
I'm going to have to bring in the muscle from the village. (These guys are actually all related to me).
And not to be taken lightly. Every one of them had a grandfather that went to public school in their village, during the Mussolini era, and either served in the Regia or left. Following the Italian Armistice, the Germans bombed Aquaviva and killed a bunch of civilians. The fellows on the left are carrying the effigy of the Blessed Mother.
Model, people. I have one you'll like- the phantom Mustang.