Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda. Hmm? You think you're cool, right? Hmm? Hmm? When you kicked out people out of the house. I tell you this, one of three Americans is dying out of cancer. You know? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. You're gonna be one of those. I didn't have the courage to kick your ass directly. Don't have enough courage for that. I could, you know? You know you're gonna have another accident? You know I'm involved with black magic? ♥♥♥♥ you. Die. Bastard. You think you're so cool, hmm? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. And if I ever see your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ face around, in Europe or Italy Well, I'll—that time I'm gonna kick your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ you. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Americans. Yankee. You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise. Deep pain. No one did what you did to me. You wanna know something? ♥♥♥♥ you. I want your balls mashed. Eat ♥♥♥♥. Bastard. Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana. I hope somebody in your family dies soon. Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai. A sucare cazzi su un aereo.