* A familiar motorbike whine is heard. As the loud noise subsides the expected figure gets down from the machine and approaches the group * "That's right Mr. Cletus, my friend. They got one of 'em filthy buggers! So an innocent guy also bit da bullet, so what? He was a good-fer-nuthin' bum 'neways. And the FBI guy, didn't even know who da heck he was, so who cares?! Soon enough we'll be closer ta ridding this place of all those lousy mafia bums. Can't wait ta see who's gettin' it next, tee-hee!" * He opens up the large bag strewn across his back and pulls out some strange-smelling edible items, handing a 'burger to the weeping man and the little girl * "And you, don't be such a crybaby. Why are ya weepin' like a girl 'neways? Here ya go 'folks! Enjoy." * Starts handing out food, he approaches Cletus * "S'right, today I am feeling generous. So, what will't be gramps? 'Burger or pitza?"