TABULA RASA

From a room came out a very elegant man, dressed in a fine suit, armed only with a bottle of champagne and a few glasses, greeting:

“Welcome; excuse your reception; I wanted to see what you were able to do; please take a seat to talk business.”

“We have not come to negotiate,” Marco shouted, materializing a war hammer, “we came for the sword. Give it to me.”

“Please, Marco, don't shout; upstairs is my new wife, who should not be exalted, who must have already suffered a lot because of all that noise out there, and who unfortunately is pregnant.”

“You are very cruel; I should break you with my flaming sword.” Angie interceded, looking at his neck.

“I'm not cruel; it's just that it's nice to buy a cow and have it come out pregnant, which my situation is not.”

“If you want the cow, you want the calf.” Yaqui added.