Protection from what? From your own shadow? The only thing people need protection from is the smell of your socks after a day in the field!
(Whispering loudly) Leano! Be quiet, woman! Don't you see I'm on a secret mission? I’m the Don of the village now. I’ve joined the Mafia! LEANA SI COSTEL - MAFIA
Here is a prepared text—a comedic monologue/dialogue script—inspired by their specific style of "village mafia" humor. Protection from what
(Striking a pose) I’m making them an offer they can't refuse. Either they give me a bottle of wine, or... or I’ll sit on their fence and sing folk songs until they go deaf! That’s psychological warfare, Leano! (Whispering loudly) Leano
What Mafia, you drunkard? The only thing you’ve joined is the line at the liquor store! Look at you, you look like a Mafia boss who got beat up by a scarecrow.
You don’t understand "omerta," Leano. Silence is golden! From now on, I don't pay for the bread at the bakery. I provide "protection."