Narancia had bought bags full of everything that Trish wanted, as well as tomatoes, greens, pasta, and bread. 

Narancia: Alright, now if I go past this spot, turn here, and then I guess I'll come back to this start, then head in the opposite direction, then I'll get there. 

He got in his car and prepared to head out. 

Back with the others... 

(Y/N): You really sure this was a good idea sending Narancia out? He's not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. Fugo was right about that. 

Abbachio: Even if Narnacia was caught by the ones after Trish, it wouldn't matter. His Stand is built for situations like this. 

(Y/N): Really? I wonder how it works. 

With Narancia... 

Narancia looked back each time he went in a circle. 

Narancia: Okay, that's funny. I thought for sure someone was following me. No cars are around here, but I still feel that someone's here. 

???: Well isn't hat a areal shame? Taking your sweet time, aren't you? Where are you off to, Narancia? 

Narancia: Well I was ju- Wait a second, who said that?! 

He looked in his car only to see Formaggio in it! 

Formaggio: Where are you off to? 

Narancia: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?! HOW DID YOU GET INSIDE MY CAR?! 

Fromaggio: Whoa! Whoa! Easy there. It would be a real damn shame to end it quickly. Besides, I'm the one who's asking questions here, Bro. 

Narancia: SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU FOTTUTO (That's Fuckhole in Italian)! This guy has been following us? Damn he might be one of those guys who's after Trish. Does that make him a Stand User? 

Formaggio: My name's Formaggio, and I'm part of the Gang. I found out that Polpo died, but apparently you, Bucciarati, Fugo, Abbachio, Mista, and those two newbies in your gang went off the radar. So, where'd you go? And why? It took me long enough to find you. Do you know where you are? 

Narancia: Beats the shit out of me. I'm not a pager. You looking for a restaurant or something? 

Fomraggio: This car you have here is a rental right? Borrowed in Bucciarati's name. I just followed this car from there. But what are you doing in this car? 

Narancia: Bucciarti's usually our driver. I'm only 17, so I don't have one. That's why we rented it. So are you going to get out? 

Formaggio: Didn't you hear about Polpo's corpse? The undertaker had a pretty hard time figuring out how he was supposed to cremate him. I mean how ar you suppose d to stick that fat ass body in a furnace anyway?! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I guess you'd have to chop him up real fine, right?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! 

And then he scratched Narancia in the face with his Stand! 

Little Feet (Formaggio's Stand! It has the ability to shrink anyone he scratches with his right index finger! Formaggio can even shrink himself!) 

Narancia: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! 

Formaggio: WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU GO TO AN OPERATIVE'S FUNERLA HUH?! TALK NARNACIA! IF IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO TAIL YOU, I'LL JUST HAVE TO MAKE YOU SING! 

Narancia: DAMN YOU! BASTARDO! 

He summoned his Stand! 

Aerosmith (Narancia's Stand! A small plane that can fire bullets, drop bombs, and track people based on their breathing!) 

Formaggio: Huh?! So you're a Stand User! Just as I thought! 

Narancia: AEROSMITH! 

The little plane fired a plethora of bullets into the car to shoot down Formaggio!

Narancia: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! STRONZO! FACCIA DI MERDA! FIGLIO DI PUTTANA!!!

Formaggio blocked with Little Feet, but he got wounds on his arms! 

Formaggio: Shit! His aim isn't that great, but he's a total nutcase! He's just mindlessly firing away and that's bad news for me now that I'm stuck in the car! 

Then Aerosmith dropped a bomb! 

Formaggio: A BOMB!? I GOTTA HIDE! SHIT! 

KABOOM! 

The car was blown up as Narancia started to kick at it! 

Narancia: YEAH! YOU LIKE THAT?! HOW ABOUT THIS!? AND THAT?! AND THIS!? AND THAT!? AND THIS?! AND THAT?! AND- OW! 

He ended up knocking one of his shoes off and hurting his foot. 

Narancia: OW! Damn that really hurt! Is he dead? 

He looked around but didn't see the assassin. 

Narancia: Where did he go? 

But little did Narancia know, Formaggio had used Little Feet to shrink himself and climb onto the top of the car. 

Then he hopped into Narancia's pocket while Narancia checked around the car. 

Narancia: It's like when he got into the car! It was like he appeared out of nowhere and now he's gone back to nowhere! 

Formaggio: Heh, go search all you want. I don't need to get hasty. I think I'll just hide here for a while. 

He the saw all of the things that Narancia bought. 

Formaggio: A woman! He bought women's stuff, stockings, and Rogue! There must be a reason he bought this stuff! That leaves no doubt in my mind that Bucciarati is guarding Trish! In that case I'll just have Narancia talk and tell me where she's hiding! 

Some citizens heard everything. 

Citizen: Hey, what was that? 

Narancia: Aerosmith, pull back for now! 

Aerosmith disappeared while landing on Narancia's arms. 

Narancia: The bastard has got to be nearby. Chances are he'll keep following me around if I don't smoke him out and kill him with Aerosmith. But now that these people are here, I can't have my Stand attack. 

Then he noticed the bleeding stopped. 

Narancia: Well that was fast. Maybe the cut wasn't as deep as I thought it was. Wait ... WHERE'S MY KNIFE?! 

He looked around and saw a big one. 

Narancia: No, mine isn't that big. 

Then he noticed that when he tried to put on his shoe, it was too big. 

Narancia: And this shoe is not mine either! 

Then as he got in the car, he noticed other things. 

He wasn't reaching the pedal, and he couldn't see through the windshield! 

Narancia: What's going on?! Where's the car?! 

Formaggio: Ugh, this guy is a dumbass! You've shrunken, ritardando mentale. Everything on you shurnk too, but your knife and shoe fell off and stopped shrinking. 

Najimi: By the way, before we continue on with the fight, why don't we find out why Narancia joined Passione? 

Good idea. It all happened since he was born in 1984. 

Flashback... 

Najimi: When Narancia was 10 years old his mother caught an eye infection which lead to her death. His father was a honest gardener, but he was a neglectful dick. So, Narancia didn't even consider him family. 

Eventually, the Orange Boy stopped going to school and went to hang out with his friends, roam the streets, and steal from restaurants. 

Najimi: To Narancia, friendship was the most important thing ever. And then one day, his best friend told him that he should dye his hair blonde as he would look badass. 

Narancia did, but suddenly he was beaten up by the police and thrown into jail. 

Najimi: An old lady had accused him of assault! Narancia thought if his friend was behind it all. But he was so disgusted with himself that the thought escaped him. 

Then when he turned 15, Narancia left prison with an eye infection. He refused to plead guilty, and the police beat him up in the eyes! When he went back home, all of his friends spread rumors that he got it from his mother. 

Najimi: Narancia soon realized that his own friends had betrayed him. He told them all about his mother's eye infection. But then he realized it was all on him. 

One day while searching through the garbage, a young man found him. That was Fugo. Who was already working for Bucciarati. 

Fugo took pity on Narancia, and took him to restaurant and got him some spaghetti. 

Narancia ate super well, and then Bucciarati took him to the hospital where he was cured of his eye infection! 

Narancia: Why do this for me? 

Bucciarati: If you'd like, I'll let you stay at my house for a while. But kids like you need to go home to their parents and go to school. 

Narancia: BUT I DON"T WANT TO GO! I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST LET ME WORK FOR YOU! 

Bucciarati: Don't act like a spiled brat! Say that again and I'll beat the shit out of you! 

Najimi: Narancia returned home like Bucciarati told him to and attended school. But never opened himself up to his father ever again. 

But Narancia couldn't stop thinking about Bucciarati and Fugo. The people who saved his life. And so he went to meet Polpo. And- 

Najimi: He passed the test. Narancia joined Passione to be with the people he owed everything in his life to. 

Back in the present... 

Narancia soon realized it! 

Narancia: THAT GUY! HIS STAND IS MAKING ME GET SMALLER AND SMALLER! ARGH! THAT FUCKER! FANCULO! MERDA! HE'S DEAD! 

He then saw a building that had payphones. 

Narancia: I better call the gang for help! 

But as he ran for the door, he slammed into the automatic entry! 

Narancia: ARGH! Why didn't it open?! Wait, am I so small that it won't detect me?! Hang on! I got it! 

He climbed up a pole and then jumped to land on the mat close by. 

Narancia: YES! 

The door opened up and he went in, but it closed on his neck! 

Narancia: AAAAAAAARGH! 

Formaggio: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Man this is rich! 

Narancia: AEROSMITH! 

He summoned his Stand which blasted the door down. 

Narancia: I should have done this form the start. 

The Stand blasted open the compartment with all of the change. 

Narancia: First, I'll make the call, and then find out where that Son of a Bitch went! 

He climbed up and got to the phone. 

Formaggio: DAMN IT! I can't let him use that phone! If he blabs to his friends about Little Feet and me, I'm screwed! And if Bucciarait's going to move Trish to somewhere else, I'll be even more screwed!

Narancia put the money in and dialed a number quickly which he wrote on his right hand. 

Then he noticed the phone of another both get cut off. 

Narancia: He's nearby! OKAY ASSHOLE WHERE ARE YOU?! 

He used Aerosmith and- 

Narancia: AHA! THERE YOU ARE! 

He grabbed Formaggio from his pocket! 

Formaggio: HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS- 

Narancia: Like I would tell you that Fuckwad! Aerosmith blast this fucker with lead! 

He fired at Formaggio, but he disappeared and he shot a ballpoint pen! 

Narancia: WHAT THE?! Where'd he go?! How the hell did he just do that?! 

Formaggio had escaped outside. 

Formaggio: Whew, that was close. When I use Little Feet to shrink something, it takes time and energy to do that. But who cares? I'm safe and I just need to be careful that- 

But Aerosmith found him. 

Formaggio: SHIT! 

He began to run as it followed him. 

Formaggio dug under the car and then- 

Formaggio: LITTLE FEET!

Little Feet slashed open one of the tires, which propelled the assassin away to a metal grating. 

Formaggio: That was a close one. Now I just have t- 

But Aerosmith found him again. 

Formaggio: NO MATTER WHERE I RUN TO, HE KEEPS FINDING ME!