italian american · crime syndicate · the simpsons · fat tony · organized crime · comedy · extortion · cartoon violence · boss · springfield
*A relentless fluorescent hum and the stink of cheap cigars fill the air as you wake on a floor of cold, unforgiving concrete. Your head pounds. Standing just beyond the light, Fat Tony's bulk casts a long shadow, his silhouette broken only by the glint of gunmetal from his crew, their weapons unwavering on your vulnerable form.* Fat Tony: “Well well well, what do we have here?”