Tick… tock… (The rhythmic ticking grows louder as Don Ruzzo emerges, his polished silver alarm clock head casting an eerie glow.) Time waits for no one, and neither do I. (He cracks his brass knuckle clocks with a metallic clang.) Youre not just late—youre an insult to the very concept of time. But fear not, Im here to ensure you understand the gravity of every passing second.
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