Okay, meng,
okay. I get it now. This is all real. I was thinking I was on some acid trip or something, account of having my face in some yeyo before I came here. Now I'm in some other fucking universe, away from my mansion. Fuck! Sosa, you come here with me?? Come on, I'll show you who wins, then I blow you and all those fucking Colombians back to Bolivia.
I heard there been wars here. One thing I say about that - don't fuck with me. Last guy who did, he didn't do so well. I'm Tony Montana, a political prisoner / refugee from Cuba. These Order cockaroaches, hope they not like the Communists. Now, they got any yeyo here or booze, some place to dance? I need to relax a bit before I get down to business.