Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 76

I got into Luigi's tiny car. It was so cramped I could practically rest my chin on my knees, because my legs didn't have enough room. Luigi jumped in and cranked it. The motor turned over then stopped. He started yelling things really fast in Italian. I didn't speak the language, but one would assume it was words a Catholic wouldn't yell within earshot of Vatican City.

He got out, going to the back of the car, which is where the motor was. He opened the hood, kicked the motor, and it started running. He jumped back in the car...