19
Sep
2011
Enrique Speak-ay
Hola, amigos! Enrique Aguilar here. Ooo, the seat is still warm–very nice, Ms. Wells, thank you. I just wanted to say hello and how glad I am you stopped by. I can’t stay long myself–no, not because this nice lady is going to throw me out of her chair, even if she did threaten to do that–but because I’m headed out to [mmmffmph]– What do you mean, I can’t tell them where I’m going? — All right, all right. So I am NOT going off planet, and anyone who tells you otherwise is probably an agent of the Alfian Underground. Is that better?
Uh-oh, I don’t have to be psionic to know she’s not happy with me. That look in her eye sounds gunmetal blue. Or maybe it smells gunmetal blue. #%&@ synesthesia!
Hasta la vista, baby!