This skinny guy came up from Florida not long ago. He was dying to escape the humidity, he said. He might be on the scrawny-looking side, but he sure is strong. And those teeth! He’s got a face that only a mother could love, if only he could find her.
That’s why he’s gone off to the gangs of New York. He’s one of the new guys and Frankie still doesn’t trust him completely. There’s something evil about a reptile, isn’t there? Frankie shouldn’t talk about evil though. Then again, he doesn’t talk much about anything.
Johnny’s doing a good job of learning the ropes. He’s passing all their tests, chomping at the bit to do more. Vinnie’s not scared of much, but everyone knows he’s scared Johnny will get hungry and snap his jaws closed on him. No one can resist bacon, you know. Johnny’s no fool though. Pork chops taste good, bacon tastes good, but working for Frankie is the taste of delicious evil he’s been searching for his whole life back in the swamps and now he’s found a real family to call home.