Héctor:
[singing for Chicharrón]
Well everyone knows Juanita / Her eyes each a different color / Her teeth stick out / and her chin goes in / and her...
[he hesitates]
Héctor:
... knuckles, they drag on the floor.
Chicharrón:
Those aren't the words!
Héctor:
There are children present.
[singing]
Héctor:
Her hair is like a briar / She stands in a bow-legged stance / And if I weren't so ugly / She'd possibly give me a chance.
Chicharrón:
[chuckles]
Brings back memories. Gracias.
[exhales deeply as he vanishes]
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