Chucho’s voice shook. “I’m not a roach.” He pulled the pink scarf over his mouth. “I’m El Chapulín Colorado Poringa .”
He whispered into the humid dark: “Más ágil que una tortuga, más fuerte que un ratón, más noble que una lechuga… su escudo es un corazón.” El Chapulin Colorado Comic Xxx Poringa
He swung. The hammer hit El Tuercas square in the forehead. It didn’t hurt—it squeaked . Loudly. Pathetically. The sound was so absurd, so deeply ridiculous, that the other gang members stopped fighting. They stared. Then they laughed. And in that laughter, their power evaporated. Chucho’s voice shook
That was when Chucho decided: No more running. más fuerte que un ratón
Fin.