So, Se¤or "Jack" we meet again....you did not believe me the first time eh? amigo.... You thought I was just your own Tequila bred imagination, si?
You offended me very deeply, and now look at you and your compinche (partner)... you look like like a wet donkey my friend.... a scared little wet donkey!
Jack, the ever defiant macho, said:
Come on, Chemo don't flatter yourself so much, you probably bribe all these morons so they can be your vasals... and the way it looks, you can bribe these guys with candies, I mean these guys are brainless.
Jos‚, recognizing that they were in deep doodoo, tried to reason with Jack...."hey Se¤or Jack, don't push your luck here, this town belongs to Don Chemo, he can put us in jail and throw away the key, and no esquire from your country has been born yet to convince Don Chemo to get us out.
Jack, recognizing that perhaps a different strategy was in order, changed his tune, and said: "Don Chemo, Don Chemo, I was only kidding, my friend.... I was just testing you to see if you really are as good as your fame in gringolandia says you are...
You are a legend, soon to be inmortal, they say only some one like you can catch all the Chupacabras of the world...
My mission to come here to this... this.. beautiful rain soaked jungle of a country is to hire you, you see, there is this special prosecutor, Se¤or Estrella (Star), he is having a hell of a time trying to catch the biggest Chupacabras ever known to man... and you see I think that you are just the perfect man for the job...
Don Chemo, being the incorregible narcisist that he was, began to imagine in his mind, dressed up as a "cow-boy", in white shirt and pants, and a ten gallon hat, also in white, working in los Estados Unidos de Norteam‚rica, (U.S.of A.), whiping his whip at the horrible Mother of all Chupacabras....(sort of like the Latino Ju n Wayne)
It was too much for his egocentric self, and said... "well all right, but what eees in it for me, I mean I do not work for free Se¤or Jack.
Ah! that is no problem, my boss el Se¤or Estrella, he spares no money, I mean he just spend $40 million dollars, and has not done a thing...
hmmm said Don Chemo... he sounds like General¡simo Rocha, you know the local idiot around here...may be we can do business, after all, you are not as pendejo, (dumb, but worse), as you look.
Jack, being the astute closer he was, and recognizing good bullshit himself, thought, that, after all, he could actually get something out of this. He promptly said...
Don Chemo, why not you and I sit down, and have a couple of Tequilas and Mezcales con gusano (worm), and discuss some.... you see I have this deal with Cocoa futures that it may interest you....
As they walked back into the cantina, Don Chemo asked Jack.... Do you know anybody in Hollywood?..... |
