Twins moon of the Mafia — Episode 2

Oops I used too much butter today It's a direct line from our headboards Whoever is listening... I'll bake them into tomorrow's bread The grease on these spindles is old It's been running for six months But the boss only gave us that bedroom three weeks ago It isn't him Silver wax Only the underboss uses this seal So our beloved boss is innocent It's his right hand Let him watch Until I mix his dose Sister, I left the boss's key in the flour bin The signal just split It isn't going to the underboss Tell me who gets to die first? The boss's personal bodyguard The flour bin is empty, little chef, and you aren't in your beds He is standing in our shop right now Then we shouldn't keep our guest waiting