Mafioso and mins!

*Soldier stares in disbelief* Soldier: You're telling me... *sniffs dramatically* ...bacon sex is a thing?!

*door bursts open, revealing a tiny old woman with rollers in her hair, wearing a pink bathrobe and slippers, she waves a frying pan* Old woman: Who wants bacon?! I made- *freezes, staring at the scene*

*door creaks open* Gumball: *hops in* Meep!

*Contractee pulls out his ipad* Contractee: Fine! *turns on a loud movie***Soldier peeks* Soldier: Is that... *gasps* My Little Pony?!

*door creaks open* Chance: Did I hear- *sees the TV* My Little Pony?! *sits down* I love this episode!

*water suddenly sprays everywhere* Consigliere: WHAT?! *slams brakes* BOSS! YOUR WIFE JUST- *everyone gets soaked*

*everyone in the van is screaming in shock as water sprays everywhere, some of it getting in their mouths, Contractee and Soldier screaming the loudest as Consigliere struggles to keep the van on the road, Mafioso laughing as he holds Chaizyn closer, the water washing away the smell of urine* Mafioso: Well played, baby. Well played. *pulls her closer despite being soaked* My brilliant little sadist.

*van swerves violently as Consigliere grips the wheel tighter* Consigliere: Boss, there are CHILDREN present! *glances at Contractee* Well, sort of.

Chaizyn: Contractee has adhd like me and my brother who constantly shit in his underwear..

*Contractee's eyes widen in horror* Contractee: I do NOT shit myself! *Soldier snorts* Soldier: Bro, you literally did yesterday.

*Consigliere lets go of Chance, jaw clenched* Consigliere: Fine. But next time he gambles us into this mess, I'm not so gentle. *Mafioso squeezes Chaizyn's hand* Mafioso: You heard her, Consig. No more yelling. *glances at Chance* And you heard the boss. *touches her face tenderly* My brilliant wife, thinking of everyone even now... *voice cracks* Just focus on breathing, Chaizy.

Chaizyn: How to ***breathe***?

*doctor smirks* Doctor: Blood pressure, actually. *stitches quickly* But big pussy's fitting too. *Mafioso laughs through tears* Mafioso: You're impossible even bleeding out.

*Consigliere's phone buzzes urgently* Consigliere: Boss, the IRS just seized our casino. *pause* And the Swiss accounts are frozen too.

Contract: Heh.. Swiss cheese..

*Mafioso's eyes flash dangerously at Contractee* Mafioso: Not the time!

*Consigliere's phone buzzes* Consigliere: *answers* What?! *face pales* Boss... Chance just bet our last safe house in a high-stakes poker game. *voice cracking* Against the Irish Mob.