The mariachi is still talking.
He's been talking for the better part of an hour, and Sands has this sick feeling that the jingling bastard's only just getting started. Fuck.
…really just a chance for you to start over
Oh, si. Of course. How silly of me to have missed your great example, El. And what kind of a name is El, anyway? Disrespectful really, to call someone 'the'. El fuckmook sounds so much better.
…you can reform…live better life…serve Mexico
Sands really hates the way el fucking fuckmook says Mexico. Pronounces it more like Mehico, which isn't Mexico at all. X marks the spot, after all, except there are no more X's in his future. Little problem of not being able to see them.
Still talking are you? Well, go on. Share your wisdom, mariachi, about how you're so fucking alive now. About how it's better to be half alive than dead, is that right? Oh yes. We want to avoid the boiling pits of Hell as long as possible. Doubt they'd let you in again, pal. You'd fucking talk them to a second death.
You coming closer, jingle breath? I'm blind not deaf you moron, tip toeing's not gonna do you much good. Hey, hey! Watch the eyes, still tender, you know. Little eye taker outer probably wasn't clean. Yeah, I'll be calling the Better Business Borough.
I'm staying? What the fuck do you mean, I'm staying? I'm not going anywhere with you, you stupid tone deaf basta---mph. Mmmmmmn, well, only since you asked nicely.