"Whoa whoa whoa... Donny... Now brother I believe.." Before Spartacus could even finish his sentence he found himself slipping on the floor, and then mistepped causing him to slip in the cream. Standing up he looked down and saw it dripping from his pants. "Isabella.. REALLY. These were fresh pants!" Spartacus huffed as he then turned his focus back to Donny.

Lucky walks over and takes the gun from Donny... 

"Donny you ever intend on using a loaded gun against these two... You will meet my gun. Capiche" he says 

"I have no idea what is going on here. But I know all this cant to be good for Isabella," he says looking at his daughter. 

Lucky just shakes his head and walks away. 

"Make sure you all clean that shit up when you're done" he yells as he leaves the room. 

Isabella sat back down.  "I yield and concede that Spartacus' buns are too much for me to handle."  She sighs.  "Are we REALLY gonna be trapped in this fucking headquarters for another night?  I was the only one shot and I'm seriously okay with taking a risk to have a little fun other than creaming Donny."

"PLEASE, talk sense into my Father, Spartacus.  He's obsessed with finding out who shot me.  If he can't figure this out we'll be stuck here until those wiener of yours shrivels up and tastes horrible... or longer!"

Spartacus felt the huge salami slap him across the face and he stood there slightly stunned. Grasping it he almost animalistcally took a giant bite out of it and spit it out. "I AMMMM.." He stopped as he heard Isabella begging to be able to be let out of the HQ and he did something almost unthinkable. He didn't know why he did it or what over came him, but he slipped his way through the food on the floor, gathered up some of the spit out salami and cream, and then yelled. 

"Salvatore.. I AM SPARTACUS!" Before thinking he let it all release from his hand and then in sheer horror of the reality watch his meat and the cream left behind be Isabella splatter his new suit.

Isabella couldn't resist the urge to stand in solidarity with the Right Hand man.  She scooped up some food from the floor and yelled out "NO!  I AM SPARTACUS!"  And threw it at her father.

Spartacus was in awe, he looked at both Isabella and then at Donny and then at the floor, and then back at Salvatore and then only thing that could escape his lips was a two words.. 

"Well shit.."

Lucky felt something hit his new suit... and then again... and then a gun shot... Lucky turned and stepped back into the kitchen drawing his pistol and pointing it Donny.

"WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU!!" he said trying not to slip on the mess. 

Isabella turns on Donny, "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!?"  She shakes her head.  "We're trying to get him be chill about this place NOT getting shot up and you shoot the damn place up?"  She shakes her head.  "THIS is why we can't have nice things."

Spartacus couldn't help but bellow a loud laugh as he watched the food and cream on the floor fling about as Donny splashed around in it. Bits of it flung every which way and it was like trying to dodge rain drops in a rain storm. The entire lot of them found themselves trying to shield their eyes and flail their arms about widly. 

"Donny hed for the hills!." Spartacus laughed harder as he saw Donny actually making progress in his movement along the floor.

"RUN DONNY!  RUN!"  She laughed.  Donny may have been an asshole at times but she really did feel like they were besties, they got on like peas and carrots.  The last thing she wanted was her dad to shoot him for entertaining everyone.

Lucky started laughing and started shooting right behind Donny. The bullets impacting just behind his legs. 

"You better move faster than that," he said firing a few shots off a little closer to the man. 

Spartacus falls to the floor and feels the weight of Donny almost crushing him. "For Fucks sake Sal DO NOT.." He heard another shot crack off and felt the tile near his own leg crack. 

"SAL SAL SAL.. NO NO NO.." He then heard another crack and then felt a sting. "YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!" Donny immediately sprang up and then Spartacus looked down at his leg. He realized it stung but he saw no blood then he saw the splattered potatoe on the ground. 

"DONNY! GET HIM!" 

Lucky watches Spart yell to get him... Lucky brings up the shotgun and racks a round into the chamber... 

"Stay right there you guy... NOT HAPPENING." he says pointing the shotgun at Spartacus and Donny. 

Isabella grunted as she hit the ground, luckily a large pile of cream and wieners saved her from the impact.  "DAD!!!"  She hoped her father would stop shooting and throw food like a normal fucking sane person!  She was laughing so hard she thought her stitches might pop.  "I SWEAR I'M GOING TO PEE IF YOU MAKE ME LAUGH THIS HARD!  FUCKING LET ME UP!"

She grabbed a bunch of wiener debris and shoved it in Donny's face.  "LET ME GO!"