Mexico City. Oh good. Not that he'd ever been there but at least he was certain of where Miguel was from. There were so many Spanish speaking countries and it was so easy to insult them by assuming they were all from Mexico. Not that he really cared about insulting people. Just. Yeah.
"/Yeah, well... They all learn their Spanish from Taco Bell, Don Pablo's and that fucking talking Chihuahua,/" which was in the same category as Taco Bell but there was no need to point that out. He found a new place to start picking up pieces, crouching down once more.
"Si /and the last. I'm not enjoying it at all.../" He wasn't going to mention that he had grounds for an extreme lawsuit to an employee. He didn't miss his parents and he was just greedy enough to want the money that could come out of this. "/I didn't come voluntarily,/" he explained partially.