Time to play “Mob Code or Not Mob Code?” featuring this message left on my answering machine.
|MOB CODE||NOT MOB CODE|
|No one is actually named “Ed” or “Louie.”||But they called me, of all people.|
|Pregnant pause before “meat raviolis”||Maybe the raviolis are so good, they require contemplation.|
|Why would Louie be “going up there today” if he didn’t think they’d have the raviolis? What kind of raviolis are worth the trip?||Have you TRIED their meat raviolis?|
|Identity of the caller suspiciously unmentioned||It wouldn’t’ve taken much creativity to have crafted a third alias. “Sonny,” maybe, or “Ginger.”|
|I’m in Seattle’s gayest neighborhood (seriously; Dan Savage lives here), so if “meat ravioli” isn’t mob-code, then it’s probably gay-code, and I’m flattered but no thank you.||Well okay, buy me a few drinks and we’ll see what happens.|
|“Meat ravioli” makes decent symbolism for some criminal activities. Like drugs smuggled inside a car seat. Or guns in loaves of bread.||Or a penis inside the orifice of your choice.|
|I hope it’s guns inside loaves of bread. Because that was a great A-Team episode.||Can’t argue with that.|
So, my conclusion: Murdock was one crazy bastard, wasn’t he?
(Remember when he de-evolved everybody on the Enterprise? Off the hook!)