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!
Here is a prepared text—a comedic monologue/dialogue script—inspired by their specific style of "village mafia" humor. LEANA SI COSTEL - MAFIA
(Hits him with the spoon) Here’s your "offer," Costele! Go protect the potato patch from the Colorado beetles, or I’ll show you a "Soprano" move that’ll make you sing like a soprano for a week! Protection from what
(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! (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."
A dusty porch. Costel is wearing a dirty tank top and a mismatched hat. Leana is holding a wooden spoon like a weapon.