Song: link

Jerry is now the narrator

Narrator: 1982 was definitely a rocky سال for us. It was off to a good start, but when Harlan joined us in February, things started to go downhill. Vito even had a few other guns stashed in other spots in case one of our family members found us, and tried to get us back into the life of crime. I even considered moving out of the state, and into the east coast of Equestria, but every town I suggested was recently taken over سے طرف کی our family. Not only were we having problems avoiding the family, and MS13, but we lost our jobs at the winery, and we were getting paid less money working at a nearby general store. I sold off my Subaru to get a cheaper car, and tried to get Vito to do the same thing. He was very hesitant at first, not wanting to give up his Buick, but he cracked, and we both got AMC's. I went for the Pacer, and Vito got a Matador. Several months later in September, everything seemed to be okay.

The song fades away as we get to our اگلے scene.

Jerry: *Walks outside of the house*
Vito: *Following Jerry* We gotta take my car.
Jerry: Why?
Vito: It's مزید reliable. Didn't آپ hear that the Pacer's engine is shit?
Jerry: Okay, so it's a V6.
Vito: A poorly designed V6.
Jerry: What about your car? It's also an AMC.
Vito: Let me دکھائیں آپ something.

Both stallions walked towards Vito's Matador.

Vito: *Opens the hood*
Jerry: A Buick engine?
Vito: Swapped it from a '56 Special for مزید horsepower. The engine's been rebuilt, and should last over 200,000 miles.
Jerry: آپ son of a bitch.
Vito: Hurry up, we're going to be late. *Gets in the car, and starts the engine*
Jerry: I'm taking my car.
Vito: Suit yourself. *Peels out*
Jerry: *Gets into his Pacer* مزید reliable my ass. *Turns the key, but the engine doesn't start. It then spontaneously combusts* What?!?! *Runs out of the car*

Half an گھنٹہ later at the General store, a song was playing as everyone was having a good time: link

Vito: *Placing snacks on a shelf*
Manager: *Walking towards Vito* Hey, where's your brother?
Vito: 3. 2. 1.
Jerry: *Arrives, his face covered in soot from the fire*
Manager: Mr. Costanza, what the hell happened to you?
Jerry: Don't ask.
Vito: If I may sir, he tried to prove that his Pacer is better, *Clears throat* I'm sorry, was better than my Matador.
Manager: You're a fucking idiot Jerry. Clock in then get to work. We need مزید soda at aisle 5.
Jerry: Right away sir. *Walks away to clock in*

2 B Continued