"Health Inspectors?"
"Health Inspectors?!?"
"
Health Inspectors!?!?!"
Woundwort throws the butt of his cigar to the ground in disgust.
"OK. That's it. I can't wait for the Boss' approval. Time to bring this upstart Huxtable to heel!"
Woundwort taps a few buttons on his wrist computer. His bartender outfit is replaced by a pinstripe zoot suit. A few more buttons and several thick-necked, large-muscled clones of Furio Giunta and Luca Brazi show up, similarly attired, carrying oddly-shaped violin cases.
A stangely familiar tune begins to fill the air.
"I'm going over to the Wa-Wa Takeout Hut to lay down the law. Are you in or out?"