~b~Giorgio~w~~n~My hotdog is real tasty, but my wife, she don't want it.
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~I think, maybe she's getting hotdog from another man.
~y~Huang~w~~n~...I'm not sure I follow you.
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~Follow me? No! I want you to follow her!
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~Here ... put this bug on my wife's car. It's parked outside our house in Hove Beach.
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~Please, I gotta find out whose meatball has been in her spaghetti.
~y~Huang~w~~n~You're living in metaphorical hell, my friend. Luckily, I'm here to help.
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~Hey! That bug you planted worked! You're a fucking genius.
~y~Huang~w~~n~What? ...Oh, it's you. How's your wife?
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~She still don't want my pepperoni. It's been months now!
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~Her car's over in South Slopes I bet she's meeting her salami salesman.
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~I could catch them if you take me over there.
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~HEY! THAT'S MY WIFE!
~r~Dude~w~~n~Get to the back of the line homeboy. We're going next!
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~Oh my God! My wife's selling more than linguine!
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~Out of my way!
~g~Phyllis~w~~n~Giorgio! I know it doesn't look good! I can explain!
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~Right now, I don't care! It's been three fucking months, Phyllis. Here's $20 ... it's time to hide the hotdog!
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~Maybe he got the foot long with the special sauce. Maybe he can grill her onions.
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~See where the bitch goes. See if she's roasting turkey or stuffing pheasant, if you know what I mean.
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~Then I could make burger mince out of him and reclaim my tattered masculinity...
~b~Giorgio~w~~n~...and feeble command of the English language.
