EXTERIOR (MAYBE). A STREET/PLACE OF LAST/SOME HOPE. DAY/AFTERNOON/NIGHT.

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A rumbling sound comes from everywhere, the street is fading, everything shakes. Champiñongo is tossed in the air, the P’Tonatl leader rolls uncontrollably, the two P’Tonatls who moments before were holding Champiñongo are now tumbling around the ground.

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Champiñongo (thinking): THAT SOUND…

Champiñongo shifts shape, loses focus, becomes infantile, speaks slanted.

Champiñongo (speaking-thinking): AN EXISTENTIAL QUAKE!

IT’S BEEN YEARS SINCE THE LAST ONE!

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Champiñongo is on the ground, on all fours, knees and hands holding their weight, their mushroom head leaning forward, we can feel the effort they are making.

Champiñongo (thinking): I NEED TO GET AWAY FROM THESE P’TONATLS BEFORE…

BEFORE…

BEFORE I…

PASS OU…