I was driving through the favela of my dismay earlier this evening and was simply floored by the sight of a flailing noodle of a man strutting his effeminate physique on boulevards heavily guarded by vatos locos. This was a queer that I have seen from time to time over the years frolicking through the Avenues of Alta Pistola, invincible to his dangerous surroundings. I always figured he would end up in a gutter with his undies over his head, or in a half way house for Hetchuan homosexuals. I gave him a murderous stare that would scorch the heart of any mortal man, and he shrugged it off like Krigloch's level 45 War Ork (larp status fully equipped). Fucking queercumbator simply waved his dainty wrist in my direction and I drove off with a puff of smoke erupting from my ears!
