On the subject of work, there was currently a certain saxophone player that was having a bit of trouble finding some.
"Damn it all to hell!" he swore, as he crossed out another club from his list of potential job sites. There were a depressingly large amount of them. Maybe he should find a city farther away than Vatican City, one with some halfway decent nightclubs.
"Still...the view here are nice," he mused, looking at the majestic sprawl of buildings in front of him, the Vatican looming up in the distance, the man jumping across the roo-
"Hold it."