[A]midst Ahriman and his hosts who had now established themselves in the Occident, and as heirs to the horns and tails of Pans and fauns, a crowd of native spirits moved; imps, giants, trolls, forest-spirits, elves and hobgoblins in and on the earth; nicks, river-sprites in the water, fiends in the air, and salamanders in the fire.

The title and the premise make it [The Mob Doctor] sound less hate-watchable than just, y'know, hateable, and there's an undeniable cheese factor that permeates the pilot.

What about fugazis? Gio asked. Get some glass. / They're not fools, Maria said. Carlo said they will have an expert to check. / Alonzo whistled. Four mil? Sorry folks. Not even the flyest gangsters got that much ice on hand.

wonder if this applies to a queeb as well