Mexican Manachan

Ext. - A really cool Mexican/Cuban Restaurant...make up your mind, is it Mexican or Cuban? Tell it to make up its mind then come on back...C'mon!


ACT ONE - Everything looked real cool, except for the annoying sound...that at this point was beginning to piss off everybody that heard it. It just kept getting louder and louder and louder, until you felt like your head was going to explode. The noise was something sraight out of a sci-fi novel. If I had to guess I would say it wasn't human. It was almost like someone down with the syndrome trying to speak Spanish while eating a wet burritto...all the while contending with a rather serious case of irritable bowl syndrome. Just then everyone began to slowly turn to look in the direction of the Mexican Manachan. How do we know the manachan is Mexican? Aw hell...it was just a lucky guess...It had nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that the damn manachan was wearing a sumbrero, and very clearly says made in Mexico on the left but cheek...or was it the right but cheek?...What difference does it make what but cheek its on...Should I go outside and come back in, and we start all over again man? Where are you from Russell. What fucking difference does it make where I'm from man? Stop fucking around Hector and let's do some business. Just then the Peacock pulled out a brand new 50 calibur desert eagle handgun...when you must kill every manachan in the room...DESERT EAGLE...there is no substitute.

ACT TWO - The Peacock has a flashback to when he was in country back in Viet Nam. The Peacock is right at home up to his chin in a swamp next to some frtified rice patties...I mean these son-of-bitches did it right. Anyway, back to the story. So where was I...AHH Yes...the Peacock was hallucinating and thought the Mexican Manachan was a VC commander. Once the