Romano's eyes narrowed at the words that were read and repeated across the room. "Y0yeah, that can't be possible, damnit, and--" He reached up to scratch an itch that he'd been feeling on his neck only to be blocked by some kind of obstruction. With a frustrated expression, he tugged at the thing, huffing when it wouldn't budge. "What the hell is this thing on my neck?"

And then he finally noticed the collars around the necks of the others in the room. "You all have them too!" Different colors, strange design, and even with Romano's strength as a nation, could not be removed.