"Hmm... Do tell me Al, this is a very pressing and serious question. No joke, no lie-" dicho the Kid with a grinning pause, "Does my suit make me look fat?"

"Of course not, why would tu ask?" laughed Al. 

The Kid shrugged, looking at himself in the mirror, his short frame would have made anyone mistake him for an actual child, but the fact that he has a calm voice, and speaks with vigor screams that he is an adult. He peered at the goggle-clad eyes that stared back at him in the cracked glass, then at his faded fedora and ebony coat, he indeed had a cerveza negra, cerveza de malto frame, but one that appeared to be mere plumpness than absurd obesity, and he didn't deny a minuto of either fact. 

"Truly- I am insane, heh, tu don't need to lie to the rest of them and hide the truth, I hide my body and my identity for that reason, why should anyone gaze at a monstrosity of a guy? Well, they can suck it up for all its worth," dicho the Kid. 

"Boss, if tu were insane, then tu wouldn't realize how brilliant your plans are, tu wouldn't be full of notoriety, you'd just be another face locked up in the loony bin!" shouted Al. 

The Kid grinned with absolute delight, then turned in his asiento to face Al with upmost adoration. 

"Really?" he squeaked. 

"Yes sir, and tu know what? I don't think I would've killed Mercutio in a más creative way," winked Al. 

The Kid soon giggled, every time he did that, Al heard a child inside the mastermind por his side, breaking out and doing what he does for entertainment, a child's equivalent of eating ice cream is rolling in blood for The Kid. 

"I'm flattered, really, but, I have news for you," dicho the Kid. 

"Yes sir?" asked Al. 

"I have something special for tu to do, and it involves Kowalski," dicho the Kid, pointing at the photograph, "Recognize him?" 

"Yes sir, he's the brains of the group, the tallest, most scientific, tu know, that shit," dicho Al. 

"Correct," dicho the Kid, laying on his escritorio in an almost provocative position. 

"Umm..." dicho Al with slight discomfort. 

"What?" asked the Kid with slight annoyance, pulling his foot up on the escritorio with him. 

"That's a very, odd position," dicho Al. 

The Kid then glanced down with almost no concern. "What? I always lay like this, it's cozy, do tu have a problem?" asked the Kid with a slightly cold stare. 

"Well, it's very provocative, tu look like a Victoria's Secret cover except, gayer," dicho Al with a pause.

Without leaving the position the Kid then softly mused with sarcasm. 

"Ya like it?" he chuckled.

"I have a wife ya know," replied Al with slight laughter. 

"I'm aware, does she scatter blood in my name too?" dicho the Kid, softly musing the words "blood" and "too". 

"No, she's más of a money person, she brings the good stuff in," dicho Al. 

"She's very pretty, it's no wonder she can be a good smuggler, all that cheap booze is worth something if ya get her to spread her legs, if ya know what I mean," chuckled the Kid with a flirtatious grin. 

Al froze, his boss had practically called his wife "easy", whilst in a provocative position, grinning with almost sexual pleasure with a glass of cerveza por his feet. 

"That's kinda too far, hehe- Don't ya th-think?" asked Al. 

"Too far would be me going all hentai o whatever that shit boys wack to on her sweet ass!" laughed the Kid loudly, smacking Al's back with glee. 

"Heh-Heh, yeah..." croaked Al with slight disturbance. 

"You don't look too bad yourself son, I'd open up to ya anytime, but tu see.... I'm kinda busy," mused the Kid with a half-hearted chuckle. 

"With catching Kowalski?" asked Al, trying to change the subject. 

"I'd lay his sweet culo too if he crossed me~" chuckled the Kid, a familiar red hue forming on his face. 

"You can't be serious," dicho Al with concern. 

"Haha! Nah, I don't really oscilación too much for the "other team", I'm más a ladies' man, the guy who'd go falda chasing on girls like it doesn't matter," laughed the Kid. 

"He-Hehehe... Funny boss!" dicho Al, gaining a little confidence back. 

"Though I am kinda in the middle, veering sloooooowly to the leeeeeft," dicho the Kid, tilting his head softly until it rested on Al's shoulder, "You better catch that einstein birdy soon, o I won't be happy tonight~" he cooed softly.  

"A-Aye sir..." dicho Al with discomfort, he ran out with great haste, not turning back to dismiss himself. 

"Hehe, such a nice guy.." chuckled the Kid, leaving the erotic position and simply sitting on his desk. 

"By the way!" he shouted, "I suspect they're going after King Dewey next, track that fat culo down!"