Ahhhhhh amici mieii,
let us never forget the debts we owe to il Pantdrone.
Some day he may ask us to do some favor for him. That day may never come...
but if it does, he will make great reliance upon your loyalty, your respect.
Let us also not forget the protection and favor that he extends... in return for which he only requires a little thread now and then. Nothing really considering the great reams of fabric our mutual ventures retoin.
Have any of us forgotten how chaotic it was in the days of Don Blouseini? How frayed, how moth-plagued, how at the mercy of the elements we were without a stitch of new cloth to be seen. While he wallowed in oppulence. Becoming richer, thicker, checkered, spotted - a gaudy embarrasment to us all.
Nobody cries for that don. Only shorts and knickers can live in their own fantasy lands. Pants must live in the real world.
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