"When the shark bites... with his teeth, dear, Scarlet billows... begin to spread. Fancy white gloves... keep his peace, dear, So there's never - ever! - any trace of red.
On the sidewalk... one Monday mornin'... This body's eyes, there... are goin' dark. Someone's sneakin'... 'round the corner... Could that someone, perhaps - perchance - be Mack the Shark?"
So here we have hitman Mack the Shark, and his boss, Roman the Falcon. As key players in the Mobius mafia, treat these mooks right and don't remember their faces when the swatbots come by, and you'll suddenly find your luck picking up in Casino Night Zone. Don't show them any respect? Well, you might just find yourself on the business end of two rows of teeth. Capiche?
