The air in the VIP section of El Rudo Rino was thick with smoke from extinct volcanoes and the scent of overripe pterodactyl fruit. Pedro Picapiedra, wearing a tie made of snakeskin and a grin that screamed trouble, raised a stone mug.
"She said, and I quote," Betty giggled, licking a salt off a fossil, "'Make sure he forgets my mother's name.'" LOS PICAPIEDRA XXX - Despedida de soltero de Bambam
Two stagehands rolled out a massive, heart-shaped rock. It was hollow. Inside, a silhouette writhed. The music turned slow and sleazy. The rock cracked open. The air in the VIP section of El
Inside, covered in nothing but baby oil and crushed emeralds, was , the most famous exotic dancer in all of Prehistory. She had hair of moss and a tattoo of a volcano that actually erupted when she flexed. It was hollow
It was Vilma and Betty, but not as they had ever seen them. They wore feather boas made from flamingo fossils and heels carved from obsidian. Vilma carried a whip made of brontosaurus tendon. Betty held a tray of wiggling green gelatin shots shaped like... well, like male anatomy.
"What... what is happening?" Bambam stammered.