I'm gonna put dis real simple like for ya. I'm an Italian mob boss in da real world. Da real shabang. Don't believe me, go fuck yaself. Don't like my story, go fuck yaself. And fuck ya motha also. Matter a fact, I'll fuck her.

I heard a dis Pokémon da otha day from my children who were playin' da Pokemon Let's Go Pikachu. Real gay shit on my TV screen so I turned it off and got ready to belt these knuckleheads for not doin their homework. Then little Vinny, my youngest, you know what he says to me? He says, "ay pop, no lip but we were just bout to take on da boss. His name's Giovanni." I looks him dead in the eye and tells him, "Boss? I'm da fuckin' boss. Get to ya fuckin' room"

Make a long story short, I had to show this asshole who the fuck was boss. I took my older son's gameboy and copy of Pokemon Red wit a dead save file and went to work. I'm wastin' no fuckin' time here. I was ready to blow this little fuck's brains out for messin wit my kids but turns out in dis world you fight wit these little fagmons. Sick shit, seriously. They teachin my kids to have these little Pikafucks and Bulbacunts do the killing while they sit back on their lazy American asses and watch. You know how many people I've killed in the real world, T?