Los Mariachis Jefe Sinclair/Identity Story

Overview

Voicelines

Identity Story

Speaker	Dialogue
Los Mariachis Mariachi Novato	You want me to do that…?
	The child’s eyes quivered. His skin went pale, and his well-furbished mustache wriggled like a caterpillar.
Los Mariachis Mariachi Alegre	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.
Los Mariachis Mariachi Vivaz	You see, novato… this is like a rite of passage.
Los Mariachis Mariachi Alegre	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.
Los Mariachis Mariachi Novato	But… I’ve heard the stories. If I say that to our jefe, Sinclair…
Los Mariachis Mariachi Alegre	Sip, your head will go pop.
Los Mariachis Mariachi Vivaz	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:
Los Mariachis Mariachi Alegre	…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…
Los Mariachis Mariachi Novato	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”.
Los Mariachis Mariachi Alegre	Mhm. Bien hecho, novato.
Los Mariachis Mariachi Vivaz	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.

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