Solis “You can’t seriously tell me that Mikros Hīrōs is better than Havok!” Carlos threw down his CarrickAether Dullahan controller. “I don’t know,” Francisco shrugged “Giannis’ stories just seem more real. It’s more interesting than the ‘grand adventures’ of La Foca and whatever bullshit they come up with every week.” “Man I don’t even fucking know you anymore,” Carlos said, grabbing a handful of cheddar potato chips before picking up his controller again. “Tio!” Francisco shouted “Don’t get that shit on my controller its brand new! The door wacked into the bell hanging in front of it, catching the attention of Francisco and Carlos. The two turned and saw Xavier come in, in full McBonifacius uniform, and throw down his bag on a stool before heading behind the counter. “Oye!” Carlos shouted “You can’t just come in here like you own the place now, you left the Infinito Comics family, Señor McBonifacius.” “Fuck off,” Xavier replied, pulling a Sgt Piobar from the fridge “I’m not in the mood.” “Oh, he’s upset,” Carlos turned to Francisco, “very” Francisco shouted back. The two boys got up and walked over to the stools, sitting down across from Xavier. “Everything alright amigo?” Francisco asked. “So this asshole, clearly not from here, comes into the store and orders a McBonifacius Burger and goes ‘I don’t want any pickles, extra McSpecial Sauce’” Xavier paused to chug his soda “So I put the order in, make the tio the sandwich and I give it to him. He comes back yelling like five minutes later saying there are pickles on this. So I make it again – this time I make it personally and I make sure there’s no fucking pickles. Sure enough, the fucker comes back and goes full on Cussian at me, screaming that there’s pickles on his fucking sandwich. So, I grab the fucking thing, open it up and sure enough there’s no fucking pickles.” “Sure enough then,” Francisco nodded in agreement with Carlos. “So he yells at me: Why do I taste pickles? And I lose my god damn mind and scream ‘because the fucking McSpecial Sauce has pickles in it. Now I don’t know if I have a fucking job,” Xavier sighs and leans onto the counter. After a while of silence, he opens his eyes and his tone changes completely. “Oh! Is this the latest issue of Mikros Hīrōs?” He said pointing “I’ve been trying to get my hands on this for days!” “Oh you’re fucking joking,” Carlos yelled, to Francisco’s laughter.