Dear friend, hold still for retina scan to confirm you are
my friend.
If you’re not a friend, I have a license to block.
Hard.
Who am I?
I’m a super agent and scientist working on protecting you
and Earth from evildoers.
But I pretend to be a Puerto Rican living at home with his
mother to protect her from the terrorism of a landlord and his army that want
to evict us from The South Bronx so they can raise the rent to thousands of
dollars.
I pretend I want you to buy this story so I can pay the rent
before we become homeless.
It’s easy to get confused by all this.
Which way to reality again?
No matter.
I’m taking this
nightmare to DreamWorks.
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