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<span class="mu-s">Black man</span>: <span class="mu-i">Mira mi culo cabron.</span>
The black man slaps himself in the ass hard enough to make Emma flinch.
<span class="mu-s">White man</span>: <span class="mu-i">No mames wey, todo flacido ese culo. Tu mira.</span>
The white man is then the one to turn around, and just like the other he slaps himself in the butt but so hard that he ends up screaming- and Emma too, through telepathy.
<span class="mu-s">White man</span>: <span class="mu-i">Duele bien rico.</span>
<span class="mu-s">Black man</span>: <span class="mu-i">Pinche joto wey.</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">(What the fuck are they even doing?!)</span>
Even Emma’s mental voice is squeaky.
<span class="mu-s">Angel</span>: <span class="mu-i">(I dunno, those guys like fucking around. I think they are cool. I’ll create a distraction, you just rush in.)</span>
▲ <span class="mu-s">Emma</span>: <span class="mu-i">(Wait, what?!)</span>
But Angel isn’t there. ‘No you fucking bitch’, Emma thinks. The two guys are now touching each other’s asses, then hardening their butt as the other hardens its grip- until a loud ‘thud!’ makes both bounce in place.
<span class="mu-s">White man</span>: <span class="mu-i">Ay no MAMES, que esa fue la expendedora de cafe!</span>
<span class="mu-s">Black man</span>: <span class="mu-i">Pues cafe gratis cabron, lo lamemos del piso.</span>
They both run off, still speaking English. Frozen solid like a popsicle, Emma cracks her joints one at a time and is soon dashing across the hallway, landing against the green door-
-which doesn’t open. Emma panics as she tries to tackle it down over and over, looking frantically at the two stupidly ripped men who scratch their heads at the wide coffee vending machine laying face down on the floor. Emma kicks the door, then the keyhole
and then, she just pulls the knob towards herself.
