Mr. "Quotation"

I, Mr. " ", have been given the honor not only to introduce myself, but also the newest update on the heist, I mean charitable delivery. I have recently been seen, used, and often "misused", on a regular basis lately. I must say that I have enjoyed the newfound attention. Let's just say that "The Tank" made me an offer that I...okay, I’m off work now, so I refuse to finish that.... sentence? Enough about me, take a look, the truck is on it's way, what it will deliver; we can only dread. Also, to the other "marks" out there, a new era has come, the era of " ". I must leave, for tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I have many horrible pre-dinner speeches to claim!



Mr. " "

Captive

After being inapprioately frisked, I was able to visit my Uncle Orso in the pen. Yea, I know, we don't exactly look alike, but uncles in Italian families take on various roles.

Uncle Orso: Tank! It’s been months, come over here and see your old uncle. Just cleaning off a little bit.

"The Tank": How's it been?



Uncle Orso: Not too bad, at dinnertime, all us old guys get together. Mr. Kangaroo chops the garlic, Possum Sam cooks the sausage, and I of course, make the sauce. Seems the guards have a soft spot for an eternal supply of Charlee Bears.



"The Tank": Wow! Just like in Good Fe-



Uncle Orso: Now flop your ears out, and listen up. The truck is delivering the goods soon-I mean delivering the charitable donations very soon, you will know when and where the truck is going to be when the time is here, trust me.



"The Tank": Last time you asked someone to trust you, a kangaroo and possum ended up in here!



Uncle Orso: For the family Tank, you always forget that very important fact, its all for the "Family Business". Go on now, my masseuse, Tina, will be here in thirty.



"The Tank": Fine, wait a minute did you say Ti-



Uncle Orso: Guard!