A typical exchange at my place this week:

‘I can’t wait till you finish that game’

‘Eh Bambino? Itsa fantastico!’

‘Your accent is not Benne’

‘Frutata pesto taglietelle’

‘Shut up...’

‘Bella! I’ma ...’

‘Now.’

So now that I’ve finished Assassin’s Creed 2, and I can finally open my mouth without sounding like an advert for microwavable pizza, I think it's time to reflect on my time in the 15th century. Some spoilers incoming.

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