Good morning to you, Sir. It is always a pleasure to see you. I do have a complaint though, if you might be bothered for a moment.

[Boomy treats me as if I am Odin, disguised as an older one-eyed beggar, travelling among men to ascertain their true nature. With no comic affectation, Boomy treats me with the deference due the very patriarch of the city. ]

Well, Sir, it is about your Mexicans—and, before I continue, if I may be so bold as to point out that you have quite enough—and their bad habits. I know that you value their labor as your niցցers are worthless and there are only so many good Nigerian men to call upon. Now, Sir I am late shopping because one of your Mexicans hailed me and I consented to drive him home from his drunken revel. I named him the price, seven dollars—in his language—and he tells me too much. I come down to seven—no going below seven, Sir—and he shakes his head, indicating that he has no money and wants a lift in any case. Now, I tell you, Sir, he may not have the facility to learn your language, but he is already an entitled American! He knows how to beg already, before he can even name the currency for what it is. So I put him out and tell him, “Sorry, my friend, but you must walk.”

So, Sir, how is it that your Mexicans are not only becoming rude and beggaring themselves, but find themselves without a dollar in their pocket?

[ I answered that one of our local Dindu income redistribution patrols probably relieved him of his earnings.]

But of course, Sir, this is a wise use of your niցցers, driving your Mexicans home to their beds so that they might be rested for the next day’s work! Thank you, Sir, it is always a pleasure, and please preserve yourself! God bless you!”