A few moments later, Tony burst in on Sylvania Dome. He is finishing another of his medicinal cigarretes. He puts it down on the ash tray, and goes up to the balcony:
"Hey folks! How are you doing?" he says with a smile. "Is my pizza ready? I'm starving!"
He chooses a seat on the balcony, not in a table, and puts his hat down on the seat to his right.
"Hey! I heard that Robert is organizing a party? Is that true?"
