Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely noticed that you are trying to throw me to these Italian mafia trash con artist dogs for some inexplicable reason. Whatever. It is not actually possible for me to communicate with persons who are playing various angles behind my back at every step of the way. Why should I care about what they do in their spare time? I have learned by experience that I cannot believe one thing that they say, I cannot trust one thing that they do, and thus, I really must evacuate this planet eventually in search of another time and another place where things are not so incredibly twisted beyond all recognition that I cannot even answer that because I have no idea what you are talking about. I am insulted.