Nothing is more important than your duty to the HHH Hooligans, Che Cin Capo Bichos, go to work on her
Much better. And... *ahem*. As El Jefe's right-hand woman, I don't think you can take the orders of a mere scout over mine. Tex must sleep with the juiceboxes.
We can only hope so. There will be internal trouble in the family come tomorrow. El Jefe and I on one side...
Now, now. Am I going to have to flip back through the last 15 pages and see what the fighting is about? What is going on? Thank god the consigliere popped his head in here before there was bloodshed . . .
Also, I don't care how funny I am, you people need to stop repping me at the same time. I got like 2 extra nipples in 2 hours last night after my "Marlon Brando eating a Cadbury" impersonation. We can't let people on the outside catch on to my involvement and jeopardize my insularity . . .