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WOMEN WITH SHOULDER PADS

CREATED BY GONZALO CORDOVA

I rode my cuy

I climbed the mountain

The clouds left That Monday morning

Then we went down The road was very rough

A stone fell It hit my head

And I saw the future

There's no oven here

No knives around

We eat the plants Let's live in peace

Don't play crazy

Is there meat in that?

Coquita!

My lovers have been a bit naughty!

Look what I found.

That letter is frightening.

Honestly, I'm flattered.

"To my beautiful Spanish convict,

at night I practice death, like all animals,

closing our eyes to the world.

It's in that death where you come to meet me,

but I'm no longer content with mere dreams.

If I can't live in your arms,

I'll settle for dying in them.

Or better still, that you die in mine.

Obsessively yours, Destiny."

How sexy! How scary! But if you're not yellow, neither am I.

- Do you think you're the pervert? - He must be.

Only I was sure that butcher

was the one who locked me in the closet,

but that's pure lyricism.

Doña Quispe may have a killer's heart,

but a poet's soul?

It must be someone else.

That's a no-brainer!

FROM KILLER OF CUYS THE PUPPET LOVER

CUYRADA STAR MAKES A DECLARATION OF LOVE

I leave the cuyrada and declare my love for Marioneta Negocios.

No more questions.

The cuyrada was her life and now she's giving up.

She's capable of anything: murder, lyrical prose, anything.

It was the same with me. Not with a poet, but almost.

She was a dentist. That's where these earrings came from.

You need to finish with the Sword in my place.

It's the most human gesture for her.

Yes, separation!

What better way to stimulate the body's most sensual organ?

The heart! It fascinates me.

There goes my next meeting.

To our new members? This...

This is pulpit lettuce.

It's our cuys' favorite food.

Here, respect is for the lettuce and for those who hold it,

who receives the word.

And so,

I deliver the lettuce

to our first speaker, the beverage manager

and head of recruitment of teenage rebels,

Nina Quispe!

Good morning.

At the request of our leader, Rubia,

I'm here to share my story,

to serve as a warning and inspiration.

I love animals, but I wasn't brought up that way.

I'm the daughter of a famous butcher,

and like the cuys my mother has,

I live my life in Doña Quispe's toxic cage.

Because of her, I also know what it's like to have

crusts of innocent blood under his fingernails.

It's hard for me to tell you this, but when I was a girl, I...

I killed a chick.

I picked up a chick with my little hands

and, by instinct,

I squeezed until I crushed with my little fists.

The same thirst for blood that beats in my mother's chest

also runs through my veins.

She created me to bring death and pain to all creatures on Earth.

That's why I have to shout: enough!

I saw the cuy locked up in the prison of the capitalist empire,

trapped behind the iron bars of a homocentric view of the world.

Let's not kid ourselves.

Until the cuy is free, no one else will be.

- We're with you! - You did great!

What a great job you did up there.

Crying was an incredibly effective.

You should do that more often.

- I cry every day. - Joder, tía!

Fantastic!

Would you like to have lunch with me?

Come in.

My door is open, and so is my heart.

Crutch sword.

That's the name my father gave me against my mother's wishes.

- Who are you? - My name doesn't matter.

I'm just a messenger of Marioneta Negocios.

My words are her words, then:

"Crutch sword, we lived one night together.

Yes, it was a sex marathon, one fuck after another.

A veritable torrent of sapphic passion,

but me, Marioneta Negocios,

in full use of my mental and physical faculties,

I declare our relationship closed,

annulled, terminated and even finished.

Take comfort in the knowledge that has nothing to do with you being bad in bed.

No, on the contrary, you're too good.

As my words are her words,

know that my mouth is hers,

so I'll kiss you goodbye".

GRILLED CARROTS

Too good! How delicious.

All the ethically responsible flavors that I love in a single bite.

FAMILY IS NOT FOOD!

I'm going with you, Nina Quispe.

At your age, I was also a bit of a leftist.

I always put the salad fork on the left.

I admire that same spirit in you.

I wish everyone thought so, Ms. Negocios.

Then no one would judge me, or try to change me.

I wanted everyone to leave me alone, in my own way,

and let me live, and let me...

The ground is shaking!

- We're going to die! - Run!

- Earthquake! - Earthquake!

No, Nina.

If we're going to die, it won't be in a prison of fear.

I know what it's like to have a mother who slaughters dreams,

that snatches love from your arms,

who wants to teach you how to live!

- Is it serious? - Yes, Nina! Yes!

That's why we must work together.

Help me convince people

that cuys are not food, that they are family.

She wants to appear in a commercial, Nina Quispe?

Me?

You and Cuy deserve freedom, Nina!

- Say it, Nina! - I deserve my freedom!

Tell me you're taking part in my commercial.

I'm going to take part in your commercial!

Nina,

you're a superstar.

- Sword, what do you... - I need to know.

Know what, woman?

If you're so cruel as to to send the maid to dismiss me.

First of all, Coquita is not my employee.

She's like family. Secondly,

I break up with everyone using my employees.

Do you really have no feelings for me?

I'm sorry, Espada.

You'll have to find something else to worship.

It's clear that it's not the Sword.

I must say that I prefer it to a cupboard.

Now we can finally talk to each other like civilized beings.

Thank you. I'd love some sparkling water.

How delicious!