The Gabibbo. Like an English telephone booth, vacant and always in motion (red like the benevolent regime), the Gabibbo makes baritone speeches and dispenses wisdom for generations. There are unicorns, the Iliad, the Aeneid, and the Odyssey. But of all these legendary things, none surpasses the ironic puppet with humanoid features. The Benagol industries stand thanks to his baritone voice (a vocal cord disorder known as Gabibbismo) broadcast on television in the early evening hours. Greggio and Enzino know how legendary the character is and perpetuate his cult without missing a beat. The proportion is now known: God is to men as the Gabibbo is to Striscia la Notizia. How many rascals have been unmasked, how much good nature and cheerful wisdom dispensed to Italians voracious for culture. The girls (not Conte's) clutch plush toys of dubious taste in their bed before falling asleep. The alpha male, the Gabibbo with which he is born, grows, runs.
What to say? BELANDIIIIIIII (note that this compares the recipients of the exclamation to those who bleat like lost lambs or unaware sheep).
Thank you, Gabibbo.