With a sharp intake of breath Alceo Dentari pushed his thumb and index finger into the corners of his eyes and rubbed them as he exhaled with a frustrated grunt.

“I am surrounded... by idiots.” He said, still with his fingers buried deep in his own eye sockets. “Absolute morons a’ the highest calibre.”

Alceo opened his eyes, puffed out his cheeks, and scrunched up the bridge of his nose as he shook his head and tried his best not to laugh.

“Sam Turner Jr.” He said slowly, “I dunno where to start.”

Slumping back into his chair Alceo shook his head and looked thoroughly disheartened.

“I’ll hand yous one thing though. I ain’t no Napoleon.” Alceo conceded, “But that’s ‘cause I’m better than that French, piece a’ crap, warmonger!”

“Yous all can paint me the same ways as yous do Napoleon, but it don’t make me any less dangerous, Sammy Boy.” Alceo continued, “So God decided he’d glue together a few more bags a’ body parts when he made yous. Bravo. Must be pretty proud.”

“Now, I could make a joke here about how I didn’t know shit got stacked as high as yous.” Alceo said straight faced as ever, “But I do know, ‘cause I already been in the ring with plenty a’ guys stacked higher and better than yous.”

“Maybe yous heard a’ Christian Light?”

Alceo tilted his head to one side.

“How about Kevin Cage?”

Shrug.

“Dan Ryan?”

Alceo smiled and shook his head.

“Each an’ every one a’ them found out that size don’t mean jack when they stepped in the ring with me.” He said with a hand on his heart, “So when me an’ yous meet, don’t go thinkin’ just ‘cause yous got a few pounds an’ a few inches in the bank, that yous a shoe in ta take my place at the top a’ Evolution.”

Alceo pointed two fingers down the lens.

“‘Cause if yous do think that, Sammy, yous really is dumber than I thought.”

“Now ain’t that a kick in the head.”

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