"Sabrina, what have you done?" asked Salem. "Sabrina, the second rate sorceress strikes again."
"Why, what's the worst that can happen?"Sabrina asked.
"He'll love you for a day?" guessed Harvey.
"You'll lose the hotel, and the free eats," added Salem.
"I love you Sabrina," said Bugsy. "I adore you, I'm crazy about you, won't you marry me?"
"That's right, I won't marry you," said Sabrina.
"Play for time," whispered Salem, "Set the wedding for tomorrow. Doo it. And buy all sorts of mink coats and mansions on his credit cards."
"No way," said Harvey. "Sabrina and me didn't just get together after five years apart so we could break up. I'm not going to lose her again."
"Sap. What's a mortal like you gonna do about it?" said Bugsy.
"I hate to use this kind of language," said Harvey, "But I'm going to turn your face black and blue if you even touch Sabrina." He put up his dukes and got ready to slug Bugsy.
"Kid, your asking to be knocked off," warned Bugsy, zapping up a gun (by punching his right fist into the palm of his left hand).
"Not while I'm around," said Sabrina, "My boyfriend's death I cannot bear, glue this gangster to his chai-"
Bugsy was too quick, and with another zap, Sabrina's hands and feet were incased in concrete. With another zap, Harvey was gagged and wearing a pair of cement shoes. A third zap saw Salem encased in a cement block, up to his neck.
"Ever heard of a machine gun wedding?" Bugsy asked Sabrina.
"Don't you mean a shotgun wedding?" Sabrina replied.
"I MEAN MACHINE GUN!" Bugsy yelled. "TODAY, AT 2:00!"
"You know Salem," said Sabrina, "your right. I really need to thank you for getting me encased in concrete, engaged to your friend Bugsy, and then married against my will."
"Calm down Sabrina," said Salem. "Remember Diamond Dave? This isn't the first time you've been imprisoned at a Casino."
"But it'll be the first time you'll be barbequed!"
Salem sobbed.
In the meantime, Harvey had freed himself from the gag. "You'll never get away with this," threatened Harvey.
Bugsy laughed. "Your gonna stop me?" He took a cigar out of his jacket, and lit it. Then he smirked.
"How'd you like to be the best man, kid. Hold the tommy gun on Sabrina?"
Bugsy punched his hand a number of times, and produced what sounded like, and looked like machine gun bullets, that hit Harvey dead on.
"Harvey," screamed Sabrina, closing her eyes. "I swear Bugsy, this is one murder . . ."
"Whose been bumped off?" asked Harvey, in a New York accent. Sabrina opened her eyes. Harvey was wearing a striped suit, was carrying a machine gun, and except for being out of his cement shoes, looked exactly like the gangster on the sign of the hotel.
"I made him into one of my's associates," said Bugsy to Sabrina. "He's now one of my hard boiled subordinates who'll do everything I say." To Harvey, he added, "Hey, Palooka, I want's you's to aim the chopper at Sabrina."
"Sure, boss." Harvey aimed the gun at Sabrina.
"Oh, we're all down for now," sobbed Salem. "Someone save the cat."
"Now's for the cat," added Bugsy. "I have a pit bull kennel out back," he said, zapping up a pit bull kennel. "Kid, throw Salem to the dogs." Bugsy zapped the concrete off of Salem, tying him in steel chains.
"Yeah, boss," said Harvey grabbing Salem by the neck and carrying him from the room.
"Well," said Sabrina sarcastically, "At least one thing good happened today. HELP!"
"That never works," said Bugsy.
"Never hurts to try," Sabrina retorted.