INTERIOR. DUNGEON WITH STONE WALLS. WELL LIT.

Champiñongo hears the group of P’Tonatls discussing heatedly and thinks:

Damn! They are shouting, this might be good for me.

In the adjacent room, the P’Tonatl that led the group that captured Champiñongo is furious. Pushing with his left hand on the wheel of his transport-cylinder, he leans forward over the table, his chest almost detached from place his body joins the transport. He smashes his right fist against the wooden table, while shouting: derecho la mesa de madera, que retumba y vibra, mientras grita:

NO!

We are P’Tonatls… through cleanliness we strive for purity.

We aren’t murderers or cannibals… what you ask for is heinous and goes against everything we have been building up to.

And you want to do it just to please Don Esteban.