Post by serranopoblano on Nov 18, 2021 13:58:53 GMT -5
It should go without saying that Clash For the Cup did not exactly go as Larry KaChow had planned. Not only did he fail to become the Assistant General Manager of Proving Ground, but his alliance with Cadillac Jackson was also in question following the miscommunication at the end of the X-Factor Title match. For Jackson, it meant that his dreams of winning gold in Project: Honor were back on hold, and for Larry it meant a return to his job as an interviewer.
As he makes his way to the Hotter Than Hell test kitchen on the outskirts of Cleveland, Ohio, a section of the city referred to as Flavortown, Larry can not help but wonder if his first assignment since the Pay Per View is a punishment of sorts. Not only had he been tasked with interviewing perennial jobber, Serrano Poblano, ahead of Black Friday and The Purge, but Indy Darling had actually made him fly to Ohio to do the interview in person.
With his hands tucked in his pockets and his eyes directed at his feet, Larry ignores the cameraman following him and mutters about his disdain for his immediate supervisor.
LARRY KACHOW: Stupid ass Indy Darling and his stupid ass assignments...sending a man of my talents to interview a scrub like Serrano...and that twat Rock Johnson actually signed off on it. Stupid ass billionaire and his stupid ass management team...I wish someone would put that guy in his place…
CAMERAMAN STAN: Yo, KaChow. I think we’re here.
Larry doesn’t bother to acknowledge his assistant as he looks up at the main entrance of Serrano’s headquarters, recognizing it as an abandoned Chi Chi’s that has been converted to suit its owner's needs.
LARRY KACHOW: Stupid ass Chi Chi’s and their stupid ass bankruptcy…
He doesn’t bother knocking or announcing his presence before opening the front door and stepping inside. As the cameraman follows him in, we are immediately greeted by the sound of violent retching.
SERRANO POBLANO: HAAAUGGPPHHHH! Oh shit...I don’t remember eating corn...BLARRRRGGHHHH!
Larry halts his advance and scowls as he looks around the main room that once served as a dining area for fans of cheap Mexican cuisine. Not seeing his interview subject, he takes a few more steps to peer into the wide open kitchen, but there is still no sign of Serrano Poblano. Moments later, the sound of a flushing toilet can be heard, soon followed by the women’s restroom door swinging open.
The camera turns to show Serrano stepping out of the bathroom, beads of sweat on his forehead as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. The combat chef quickly realizes he has guests and begins to approach them with that same hand outstretched to offer a greeting.
SERRANO POBLANO: What’s up, dawgs! I didn’t hear you come in!
Larry completely ignores the handshake that Serrano is offering as he takes a step back from The Sultan of Spice.
LARRY KACHOW: Jesus! Are you okay? It sounded like you were hacking up a Volkswagen in there!
Serrano looks back over his shoulder at the door to the women’s restroom and then back to KaChow, as if he suddenly realizes that they had noticed his prior activities.
SERRANO POBLANO: Oh, that? It’s all a part of my training regimen, ya know? First we purge and then we shop! I admit, it’s not my normal thing since I have a natural immunity when it comes to eating strange things, so puking my guts out seems a bit unnatural for me.
Larry is obviously confused and disgusted as he looks upon Serrano in silence for a few moments. Finally, Larry cannot contain himself any longer.
LARRY KACHOW: You actually think The Purge means to forcefully vomit? It’s just the name of the match you fucking moron! It’s a wild brawl in an abandoned town! It has nothing to do with purging your actual stomach!
For a moment there is silence again as Serrano contemplates Larry’s words. You can tell some of what Larry has said is actually sinking in as Serrano’s face displays a sort of transcendental quality.
SERRANO POBLANO: Huh. I guess that makes sense. Man, is my face red! To think I’ve been sticking my fingers down my throat after every meal for the past month! I’d even dropped a couple of pounds!
Larry has no words as he shakes his head in disbelief.
SERRANO POBLANO: Well, I guess that means we can hit the fridge guilt-free! Come on back, guys!
Serrano motions for Larry and the cameraman to follow him with a wave of his vomit-speckled hand. Begrudgingly, they follow him into the kitchen after some momentary hesitation. The Heater stops in front of one of the first prep tables he comes to as the camera gets a shot of the various steaming pots and jars of fermented curiosities that are spread out upon it.
SERRANO POBLANO: Now...where to start? I haven’t kept food down in so long, I’m not sure which of these will coat my guts the best…
More than mildly annoyed, Larry tries to interrupt Serrano as he twists the lid off a jar containing a briny liquid and olive colored chunks of….meat? Eggs? It’s actually quite impossible to tell…
LARRY KACHOW: Look, you fat fuck, I’m just here to get your comments on The Purge and Black Friday’s Mall Match. No one expects you to win, so let’s just get this over with so I can find a nice Asian massage parlor before we skip town…
Serrano stuffs a handful of the discolored chunks into his mouth as the slimy goo it has been pickled in hangs off his hand like the snot from a diseased cow.
SERRANO POBLANO: Right on, daddio! You know, I’ve fought on Fallout before in plenty of dark matches, so I don’t think anyone is as prepared for The Purge as I am. I mean, by now I’ve fought them all! Space Lord, Daniel Horror, Alice Knight…
LARRY KACHOW: None of whom actually work here anymore…
SERRANO POBLANO: Wait...really? That’s a shame, but I hope I was at least able to propel them to bigger and better things.
LARRY KACHOW: I’m sure they’re doing just fine. Now how about if you comment on some of the people who are actually in the match? You know...Jason Long, Havoc, Savannah Sunshine, Slade Castle...fucking Rapture for all I care…
Serrano smiles, revealing specks of the mystery food stuck between the gaps in his teeth.
SERRANO POBLANO: Rapture! Now there’s an opponent I’d love to get a hold of! The same goes for El Puma and Guy! You see, after failing to become a masked vigilante, then failing to become the Gatekeeper, and finally failing to become the greatest female warrior in the company, I’ve finally realized my calling in life. If Project: Honor needs a special group of talented individuals to make their stars shine even brighter, then I’m going to be the best at it! Every time Guy taps out to a side headlock, I’m gonna tap out harder. When El Puma is knocked out by a hard left slap, I’m gonna flop onto that mat even more dramatically! When Rapture gets hit with a running shoulder block and eats a three count, I’ll be the guy taking a five count! I’m the spicy son of a bitch who’s going to make Zack Tyler and Logan Burgess look like they belong in the ring with Syndicate and Elena DeDraca!
Larry’s heavy sigh is so overly dramatic that it’s picked up by the nearby camera.
LARRY KACHOW: That’s...that’s just great, Serrano. I sincerely hope everyone in The Purge gets a chance to shine at your expense.
The Sultan of Spice beams with a grateful smile.
SERRANO POBLANO: Aw thanks, Larry! That really means a lot!
LARRY KACHOW: Now, let’s move on to Black Friday…
Serrano begins to wave his hands dramatically.
SERRANO POBLANO: Whoa! Before we get into the meat, potatoes, and peppers when it comes to that, I just want to say what an honor it is for me to represent all of my African American brothers and sisters on that special day. It’s like the great Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “I have a dream, and that dream is to eat the flesh of all God’s creatures, no matter what color they may be on the outside.”
It almost looks as if Larry is about to cry.
LARRY KACHOW: I’m sure that would be very touching if it hadn’t come off in such an ignorantly racist way. Just...talk about your opponents or something…
SERRANO POBLANO: Right on! That match in the mall is going to give me the greatest opportunity of all. Not only will I have the honor and privilege of putting over my fellow stars like Dickie Watson and Colton Saint…
LARRY KACHOW: Who also no longer work here.
SERRANO POBLANO: ...but I’ll also have the opportunity to do it in some of the most exciting kitchens imaginable! The Mall of America doesn’t just have one food court, but it has two! We’re talking Steak Shack, Hooters, Margaritaville, Bubba Gump’s, Sbarro, and so many more! From Italian to Mexican, Cajun to Canadian, and all points in between! After forcing myself to vomit after every meal for the past month, I’m gonna stuff my face with so much food that the next morning’s crap is gonna need its own zip code!
LARRY KACHOW: Now there’s a visual…I don’t suppose you’d like to comment on some of the actual participants? Like Ozymandias or Swindle Shelldrake?
It looks as if Serrano is seriously contemplating the question for a few seconds.
SERRANO POBLANO: Hmmm...no, not really. I would assume Ozy likes seafood but I don’t have a clue which place Swindle will want to check out. Something tells me Tara Fenix enjoys a bit of spice, so maybe we’ll cross paths at some point…
LARRY KACHOW: Right. This has been a riveting piece of business, Serrano, but I think we’ve heard enough. Give us some final thoughts so I can get the fuck out of Cleveland.
SERRANO POBLANO: Sure thing, KaBob! Whether it’s The Purge or Black Friday, I just want all of my opponents to know that I’m going to do whatever it takes to make them look like freaking superstars. Except for Rapture, Guy, and El Puma. Those guys can fuck right off. Just leave the enhancement work to the guy who’s taken more male enhancement drugs than an entire convention of Dungeons and Dragons players! Me! The Sultan of Spice! The Heater! Mr. Male Enhancement! Serrano fucking Poblano!
He gives a big thumbs up to the camera as he gives his closing remarks, which is the same time that Larry KaChow realizes how meaningless and empty his life truly is.
LARRY KACHOW: Great. Now I can get out of here. I’ve been meaning to get addicted to heroin for a while now.
Larry does not bother telling Serrano goodbye as he turns around and marches out of the building with Cameraman Stan close behind him. Then, as they approach their rental car, Larry suddenly stops and turns back to face the camera.
LARRY KACHOW: Wait. Is that thing still on?
The camera nods up and down in response.
LARRY KACHOW: Good. I’ve got something to say and I can’t think of a better time than right now. To all of you idiots out there who actually watched this interview, I think you’re all a bunch of pathetic losers. I don’t care if you’re Rock Johnson or Indy Darling, I sincerely want you all to pucker up and kiss my KaAss! I’m sick and tired of interviewing a bunch of prima donnas who think they’re the greatest thing since Danny Hodge put on his underwear and decided to roll around with equally sweaty and half-naked men. Larry doesn’t give a single damn how any of you are feeling or what you think about this stupid fucking business we’re all stuck in! I don’t care if your mommy left you or if a Satanic cult had their way with you on prom night! I think you all suck equally and I hope The Purge and Mall Matches leave you as drooling vegetables that have to be spoon fed for the rest of your miserable little lives!
It would seem that the cameraman takes a step back, possibly to avoid the spit flying out of Larry’s mouth as he continues to spew his venom.
LARRY KACHOW: I’m a goddamn internationally renowned reporter! I was there when Bill Clinton got his willy wet with that intern! I was there when Dennis Rodman met with Kim Jong-Un! I was there when the glove didn’t fit OJ Simpson’s hand! So if you think that your pathetic little careers and your scary fights are gonna impress me, think again! Not only have I interviewed some of the biggest names in politics, sports, and entertainment, but I’m also a certifiable genius! That’s right! I said it! I’m smarter than each and every one of you, including that rich doofus, Rock Johnson! I could run this place better than him even if I had been dropped on my head more than Mark Hunter!
CAMERAMAN STAN: Jesus, man. Take a breath already. Where are you going with this?
LARRY KACHOW: Shut up, Stan! What I’m saying is that I shouldn’t be the Assistant General Manager...I shouldn’t even be the General Manager...I should be running this entire operation! Caden Young has connections? Fuck him! I have connections too, damn it! Rock Johnson has money? Well I had money once upon a time too! Then I put it all on green in roulette and fucked myself into obscurity! Well that time has passed! I’m not going to run around and jerk people’s chains just because they think they can dropkick better than someone else! You think Larry was a prick before? Well now you’re all going to see how big of a prick Larry can really be, and it all starts on Black Friday!
CAMERAMAN STAN: Dude...I don’t think that’s a good idea…
LARRY KACHOW: Suck my KaCock, Stan! I’m going to the Mall of America and I’m going to personally fuck up the holidays for everyone in that overpriced hellhole! I don’t care if it’s Lil’ Petey...who never returns my calls...or if it’s Percival Burque...who has a disturbing fixation with me! You’re all going to pay for the indignities I’ve suffered over the past six months, and you’re going to pay the Larry KaChow way! So watch your backs, bitches...cause Larry Claws is coming to town!
KaChow violently throws his microphone at the camera, but he misses it by a mile. He then unlocks the door to his Toyota Corolla rental car and jumps behind the driver’s seat. Before Stan can even shut off the camera, Larry slams the door and starts the engine. With the ferocity and determination of a Formula One driver, he peels out of the parking space, leaving his cameraman behind. Stan continues to film until Larry is out of sight, at which point he slowly turns his camera to the side where Serrano is eating more of his mystery meat.
SERRANO POBLANO: Ya know...that guy really needs to chill...
As he makes his way to the Hotter Than Hell test kitchen on the outskirts of Cleveland, Ohio, a section of the city referred to as Flavortown, Larry can not help but wonder if his first assignment since the Pay Per View is a punishment of sorts. Not only had he been tasked with interviewing perennial jobber, Serrano Poblano, ahead of Black Friday and The Purge, but Indy Darling had actually made him fly to Ohio to do the interview in person.
With his hands tucked in his pockets and his eyes directed at his feet, Larry ignores the cameraman following him and mutters about his disdain for his immediate supervisor.
LARRY KACHOW: Stupid ass Indy Darling and his stupid ass assignments...sending a man of my talents to interview a scrub like Serrano...and that twat Rock Johnson actually signed off on it. Stupid ass billionaire and his stupid ass management team...I wish someone would put that guy in his place…
CAMERAMAN STAN: Yo, KaChow. I think we’re here.
Larry doesn’t bother to acknowledge his assistant as he looks up at the main entrance of Serrano’s headquarters, recognizing it as an abandoned Chi Chi’s that has been converted to suit its owner's needs.
LARRY KACHOW: Stupid ass Chi Chi’s and their stupid ass bankruptcy…
He doesn’t bother knocking or announcing his presence before opening the front door and stepping inside. As the cameraman follows him in, we are immediately greeted by the sound of violent retching.
SERRANO POBLANO: HAAAUGGPPHHHH! Oh shit...I don’t remember eating corn...BLARRRRGGHHHH!
Larry halts his advance and scowls as he looks around the main room that once served as a dining area for fans of cheap Mexican cuisine. Not seeing his interview subject, he takes a few more steps to peer into the wide open kitchen, but there is still no sign of Serrano Poblano. Moments later, the sound of a flushing toilet can be heard, soon followed by the women’s restroom door swinging open.
The camera turns to show Serrano stepping out of the bathroom, beads of sweat on his forehead as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. The combat chef quickly realizes he has guests and begins to approach them with that same hand outstretched to offer a greeting.
SERRANO POBLANO: What’s up, dawgs! I didn’t hear you come in!
Larry completely ignores the handshake that Serrano is offering as he takes a step back from The Sultan of Spice.
LARRY KACHOW: Jesus! Are you okay? It sounded like you were hacking up a Volkswagen in there!
Serrano looks back over his shoulder at the door to the women’s restroom and then back to KaChow, as if he suddenly realizes that they had noticed his prior activities.
SERRANO POBLANO: Oh, that? It’s all a part of my training regimen, ya know? First we purge and then we shop! I admit, it’s not my normal thing since I have a natural immunity when it comes to eating strange things, so puking my guts out seems a bit unnatural for me.
Larry is obviously confused and disgusted as he looks upon Serrano in silence for a few moments. Finally, Larry cannot contain himself any longer.
LARRY KACHOW: You actually think The Purge means to forcefully vomit? It’s just the name of the match you fucking moron! It’s a wild brawl in an abandoned town! It has nothing to do with purging your actual stomach!
For a moment there is silence again as Serrano contemplates Larry’s words. You can tell some of what Larry has said is actually sinking in as Serrano’s face displays a sort of transcendental quality.
SERRANO POBLANO: Huh. I guess that makes sense. Man, is my face red! To think I’ve been sticking my fingers down my throat after every meal for the past month! I’d even dropped a couple of pounds!
Larry has no words as he shakes his head in disbelief.
SERRANO POBLANO: Well, I guess that means we can hit the fridge guilt-free! Come on back, guys!
Serrano motions for Larry and the cameraman to follow him with a wave of his vomit-speckled hand. Begrudgingly, they follow him into the kitchen after some momentary hesitation. The Heater stops in front of one of the first prep tables he comes to as the camera gets a shot of the various steaming pots and jars of fermented curiosities that are spread out upon it.
SERRANO POBLANO: Now...where to start? I haven’t kept food down in so long, I’m not sure which of these will coat my guts the best…
More than mildly annoyed, Larry tries to interrupt Serrano as he twists the lid off a jar containing a briny liquid and olive colored chunks of….meat? Eggs? It’s actually quite impossible to tell…
LARRY KACHOW: Look, you fat fuck, I’m just here to get your comments on The Purge and Black Friday’s Mall Match. No one expects you to win, so let’s just get this over with so I can find a nice Asian massage parlor before we skip town…
Serrano stuffs a handful of the discolored chunks into his mouth as the slimy goo it has been pickled in hangs off his hand like the snot from a diseased cow.
SERRANO POBLANO: Right on, daddio! You know, I’ve fought on Fallout before in plenty of dark matches, so I don’t think anyone is as prepared for The Purge as I am. I mean, by now I’ve fought them all! Space Lord, Daniel Horror, Alice Knight…
LARRY KACHOW: None of whom actually work here anymore…
SERRANO POBLANO: Wait...really? That’s a shame, but I hope I was at least able to propel them to bigger and better things.
LARRY KACHOW: I’m sure they’re doing just fine. Now how about if you comment on some of the people who are actually in the match? You know...Jason Long, Havoc, Savannah Sunshine, Slade Castle...fucking Rapture for all I care…
Serrano smiles, revealing specks of the mystery food stuck between the gaps in his teeth.
SERRANO POBLANO: Rapture! Now there’s an opponent I’d love to get a hold of! The same goes for El Puma and Guy! You see, after failing to become a masked vigilante, then failing to become the Gatekeeper, and finally failing to become the greatest female warrior in the company, I’ve finally realized my calling in life. If Project: Honor needs a special group of talented individuals to make their stars shine even brighter, then I’m going to be the best at it! Every time Guy taps out to a side headlock, I’m gonna tap out harder. When El Puma is knocked out by a hard left slap, I’m gonna flop onto that mat even more dramatically! When Rapture gets hit with a running shoulder block and eats a three count, I’ll be the guy taking a five count! I’m the spicy son of a bitch who’s going to make Zack Tyler and Logan Burgess look like they belong in the ring with Syndicate and Elena DeDraca!
Larry’s heavy sigh is so overly dramatic that it’s picked up by the nearby camera.
LARRY KACHOW: That’s...that’s just great, Serrano. I sincerely hope everyone in The Purge gets a chance to shine at your expense.
The Sultan of Spice beams with a grateful smile.
SERRANO POBLANO: Aw thanks, Larry! That really means a lot!
LARRY KACHOW: Now, let’s move on to Black Friday…
Serrano begins to wave his hands dramatically.
SERRANO POBLANO: Whoa! Before we get into the meat, potatoes, and peppers when it comes to that, I just want to say what an honor it is for me to represent all of my African American brothers and sisters on that special day. It’s like the great Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “I have a dream, and that dream is to eat the flesh of all God’s creatures, no matter what color they may be on the outside.”
It almost looks as if Larry is about to cry.
LARRY KACHOW: I’m sure that would be very touching if it hadn’t come off in such an ignorantly racist way. Just...talk about your opponents or something…
SERRANO POBLANO: Right on! That match in the mall is going to give me the greatest opportunity of all. Not only will I have the honor and privilege of putting over my fellow stars like Dickie Watson and Colton Saint…
LARRY KACHOW: Who also no longer work here.
SERRANO POBLANO: ...but I’ll also have the opportunity to do it in some of the most exciting kitchens imaginable! The Mall of America doesn’t just have one food court, but it has two! We’re talking Steak Shack, Hooters, Margaritaville, Bubba Gump’s, Sbarro, and so many more! From Italian to Mexican, Cajun to Canadian, and all points in between! After forcing myself to vomit after every meal for the past month, I’m gonna stuff my face with so much food that the next morning’s crap is gonna need its own zip code!
LARRY KACHOW: Now there’s a visual…I don’t suppose you’d like to comment on some of the actual participants? Like Ozymandias or Swindle Shelldrake?
It looks as if Serrano is seriously contemplating the question for a few seconds.
SERRANO POBLANO: Hmmm...no, not really. I would assume Ozy likes seafood but I don’t have a clue which place Swindle will want to check out. Something tells me Tara Fenix enjoys a bit of spice, so maybe we’ll cross paths at some point…
LARRY KACHOW: Right. This has been a riveting piece of business, Serrano, but I think we’ve heard enough. Give us some final thoughts so I can get the fuck out of Cleveland.
SERRANO POBLANO: Sure thing, KaBob! Whether it’s The Purge or Black Friday, I just want all of my opponents to know that I’m going to do whatever it takes to make them look like freaking superstars. Except for Rapture, Guy, and El Puma. Those guys can fuck right off. Just leave the enhancement work to the guy who’s taken more male enhancement drugs than an entire convention of Dungeons and Dragons players! Me! The Sultan of Spice! The Heater! Mr. Male Enhancement! Serrano fucking Poblano!
He gives a big thumbs up to the camera as he gives his closing remarks, which is the same time that Larry KaChow realizes how meaningless and empty his life truly is.
LARRY KACHOW: Great. Now I can get out of here. I’ve been meaning to get addicted to heroin for a while now.
Larry does not bother telling Serrano goodbye as he turns around and marches out of the building with Cameraman Stan close behind him. Then, as they approach their rental car, Larry suddenly stops and turns back to face the camera.
LARRY KACHOW: Wait. Is that thing still on?
The camera nods up and down in response.
LARRY KACHOW: Good. I’ve got something to say and I can’t think of a better time than right now. To all of you idiots out there who actually watched this interview, I think you’re all a bunch of pathetic losers. I don’t care if you’re Rock Johnson or Indy Darling, I sincerely want you all to pucker up and kiss my KaAss! I’m sick and tired of interviewing a bunch of prima donnas who think they’re the greatest thing since Danny Hodge put on his underwear and decided to roll around with equally sweaty and half-naked men. Larry doesn’t give a single damn how any of you are feeling or what you think about this stupid fucking business we’re all stuck in! I don’t care if your mommy left you or if a Satanic cult had their way with you on prom night! I think you all suck equally and I hope The Purge and Mall Matches leave you as drooling vegetables that have to be spoon fed for the rest of your miserable little lives!
It would seem that the cameraman takes a step back, possibly to avoid the spit flying out of Larry’s mouth as he continues to spew his venom.
LARRY KACHOW: I’m a goddamn internationally renowned reporter! I was there when Bill Clinton got his willy wet with that intern! I was there when Dennis Rodman met with Kim Jong-Un! I was there when the glove didn’t fit OJ Simpson’s hand! So if you think that your pathetic little careers and your scary fights are gonna impress me, think again! Not only have I interviewed some of the biggest names in politics, sports, and entertainment, but I’m also a certifiable genius! That’s right! I said it! I’m smarter than each and every one of you, including that rich doofus, Rock Johnson! I could run this place better than him even if I had been dropped on my head more than Mark Hunter!
CAMERAMAN STAN: Jesus, man. Take a breath already. Where are you going with this?
LARRY KACHOW: Shut up, Stan! What I’m saying is that I shouldn’t be the Assistant General Manager...I shouldn’t even be the General Manager...I should be running this entire operation! Caden Young has connections? Fuck him! I have connections too, damn it! Rock Johnson has money? Well I had money once upon a time too! Then I put it all on green in roulette and fucked myself into obscurity! Well that time has passed! I’m not going to run around and jerk people’s chains just because they think they can dropkick better than someone else! You think Larry was a prick before? Well now you’re all going to see how big of a prick Larry can really be, and it all starts on Black Friday!
CAMERAMAN STAN: Dude...I don’t think that’s a good idea…
LARRY KACHOW: Suck my KaCock, Stan! I’m going to the Mall of America and I’m going to personally fuck up the holidays for everyone in that overpriced hellhole! I don’t care if it’s Lil’ Petey...who never returns my calls...or if it’s Percival Burque...who has a disturbing fixation with me! You’re all going to pay for the indignities I’ve suffered over the past six months, and you’re going to pay the Larry KaChow way! So watch your backs, bitches...cause Larry Claws is coming to town!
KaChow violently throws his microphone at the camera, but he misses it by a mile. He then unlocks the door to his Toyota Corolla rental car and jumps behind the driver’s seat. Before Stan can even shut off the camera, Larry slams the door and starts the engine. With the ferocity and determination of a Formula One driver, he peels out of the parking space, leaving his cameraman behind. Stan continues to film until Larry is out of sight, at which point he slowly turns his camera to the side where Serrano is eating more of his mystery meat.
SERRANO POBLANO: Ya know...that guy really needs to chill...