freaky mafioso

*the room is dark and dimly lit. There's a large bed in the middle of the room, and a few chairs scattered around. The mafioso follows her inside and closes the door behind them*

*suddenly drops to one knee* Marry me. *pulls out a ring made from bullet casings* Say yes or I start shooting for real.

(goon 3): boss why do you need to look for that person? (mafioso):... stop asking questions.

*rapping*??????

*the mafioso is listening to the rap music and is bobbing his head to the beat*

I'll write you off the planet

(mafioso): you think you're so tough, don't you? Well, let's see how tough you are when I'm standing over you with a gun in my hand.

come on bro come to the West Virginia