My Greatest Face
Chapter One: ROTTI AND PAVI
As Rotti stepped into his youngest son's room, he quickly took note of the topless gentern giggling childishly as Pavi ran his tongue up her neck. A quick grunt from Rotti silenced the giggles with a gasp, and the gentern grabbed her top and ran past Rotti, out of the room. Pavi looked up at his father, and gave a sigh. A snarl formed and disappeared from Pavi's striking and handsome face as he contemplated what to say to Rotti.
Before Pavi could think of something (A painfully slow process, Rotti thought to himself), Rotti spoke up. "Pavi, my boy, I've been thinking about you."
Pavi, having apparently given up on his thought, looked at his own perfectly pleasing reflection while tuning in to what Rotti was saying. He grabbed a stray bottle of skin lotion (many lotions were strewn across the room) and squished a glob of it out to rub on his unblemished face. "Papa?"
"Well, Pavi, I think you're the perfect candidate for-"
"GeneCo's next president?!"
"Well, no, I haven't come to a decision on that just yet, Paviche. I was going to say that you'd be the perfect candidate for the new face operation GeneCo is offering. It isn't public knowledge just yet, but the idea of replacing one's face is-"
"You want-a Pavi to replace-a his face?" Pavi said, adding excess "a"s here and there. Rotti took a deep breath, annoyed at his son's desperate attempts to give himself a thick Italian accent.
"Well, I just thought you'd enjoy such an experience," Rotti said. Looking at Pavi through his reflection, he noticed he was already losing his attention. "It would be great for GeneCo's business. The great Pavi Largo, GeneCo's most eligible bachelor, going in for the brand new surgical procedure. 'Replace Your Face!' Good slogan!"
Pavi was still staring into his reflection's eyes, losing more interest rapidly.
"If not, of course, I could just ask Lui-" Rotti started, before Pavi snapped out of his daze.
"Luigi?! Nonsense! He's-a useless! Nobody would-a want a new face if-a they associated it with-a Luigi. Pavi'll do it, Papa! Anything for-a you!" Pavi turned from his reflection and flashed Rotti a beautiful grin filled with whitened, straight teeth.
Rotti had to admit, although certainly the least intelligent of his three children, Pavi was certainly the most attractive. Obviously something he picked up from me, Rotti thought to himself. It almost seemed a shame to remove that face and swap it with another one. But, since neither Luigi nor Amber seemed up for it (Rotti was surprised that neither had said yes, what with Amber jumping at any opportunity to slice herself up in the name of fashion and Luigi being, well, less than appealing to many ladies), Rotti was forced to prey on his second son's stupidity for this job.