If things get too bad we’ll be treated to video of old Joe wandering aimlessly about in public in his bathrobe and slippers, mumbling incoherently to himself like mob boss Vincent Gigante, “The Enigma in the Bathrobe”.
Son of a bitch, you stole my thunder. You’re so right Vinny, the Chin Gigante will be his defense. He was made for this because he doesn’t have to fake it.