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Los Mariachis Jefe
Mariachi Novato
(Los Mariachis)
You want me to do that…?
The child’s eyes quivered. His skin went pale, and his well-furbished mustache wriggled like a caterpillar.
Mariachi Alegre
(Los Mariachis)
El jefe… he’s feeling uneasy. It’s all up to you to cheer him up, aye, novato?
Another child softly comforted him.
All the other children had their eyes fixed on the one they called “jefe” or “boss”, who was holding maracas in trembling hands.
Mariachi Vivaz
(Los Mariachis)
You see, novato… this is like a rite of passage.
Mariachi Alegre
(Los Mariachis)
Sip, that’s right. It’s… something all true purveyors of joy oughta experience to be un verdadero mariachi.
The appointed child’s face was so pale, it was starting to take on a shade of lead.
Mariachi Novato
(Los Mariachis)
But… I’ve heard the stories. If I say that to our jefe, Sinclair…
Mariachi Alegre
(Los Mariachis)
Sip, your head will go pop.
Mariachi Vivaz
(Los Mariachis)
For sure, un cráneo explosivo.
“What did I just say!” The child angrily argues, but the other children shake their heads and say the same thing:
Mariachi Alegre
(Los Mariachis)
…We all went through it once.
The child let out a long sigh after that.
Then… he realized that there was no way out of it.
The child carefully opened his mouth and spoke to the boss…
Mariachi Novato
(Los Mariachis)
Um, B—Boss… P-Prepare the pañata party pl—
Before that sentence could finish…
Shaka.
A wee spout of blood gushed out of the head of the child who mentioned “pañata”.
Mariachi Alegre
(Los Mariachis)
Mhm. Bien hecho, novato.
Mariachi Vivaz
(Los Mariachis)
Sip, the boss… has entered boss mode.
The rest of the children scratched themselves on the backs of their respective heads as they watched the fainted child with proud eyes.
From the looks of things… it seems to have reminded of them of their own experiences.