"Do you see me freaking out and tearing up the furniture? Nah, Frankie got out again and the little bastardo is hiding on me. On purpose I think. This little roditore peloso is seriously starting to piss me off, you hear me?" The last three words were called out to be carried across the room.

Only Vinnie wasn't upset, not by a long shot. He was actually smiling as he sat up to see Casey as he spoke. This was like a little game that he and his familiar played at this point, since it happened often enough.