The tables turn

"That you did, Dawn!" Ricky said, who then looked around at his accompaniment, noticing some of them still had their eyes locked on her. "In fact, if you look around, you'll see some of my amici here still have their eyes locked on your grande torace."

"I'm sorry," she said, looking confused, "but I don't understand."

"Uhh..." Ricky said, rolling his eyes and wondering how a college girl running a mafia family couldn't speak a word of Italian, "I was just saying it appeared you really know how to use your bazookas."

"Oh. Thanks!" Dawn said, smiling and glancing down at her glistening body.

"It just so happens I know how to use mine, too!" he added. With that, he pushed part of his jacket aside, and removed a gun from its holster, before pointing it at her. "Now we're gonna go out to the car out back and decide whose gonna lead the clan!"

"Uh, I'll go get dressed," Dawn said nervously, gesturing backstage. "We... we can work this out."

"Don't worry, we'll work you out, blondie," Ricky replied. "You may as well stay naked, cause that's how you're gonna end up, and I guarantee you'll know whose the biggest head in the family!"