Orders! Orders! Orders! Always following orders! Kill this guy, kill that guy, never able to have my own say. Even if we know better, we have to listen to the Godfather.
Now look where following orders has landed me! Bleeding out on the Veteran's doorstep... feeling my life drain out as I gasp for the air my punctured lung will never receive.
I guess it's what I deserve for living life licking his shoes. I'm nothing but a worthless boot licker, easily expendable and replaceable...
~Mafioso
