"Sí, y un buen montón de gente blanca aquí en esta maldita mesa, " Marco muttered, looking to Juno with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Right, so, we're all pretty. Some of us are... what Kiley said," he paused as his eyes rolled back momentarily, "and we can keep naming things we have in common, but maybe we should work on questions for a second census. Unless you all want to go around the table, do the whole "hi, I'm Marco, and I'm an alcoholic" thing. I know someone's gonna say otherwise, but I think we should figure out what we want to ask each other, and we can do another survey, and talk about that shit over a second dinner. With more food. Seriously, dude, this shit's delicious." He punctuated his comment by shoving a few french fries into his mouth.